Phases

This phase is always the hardest.

I'm just a sliver, barely letting off any light at all.

Everything is dark.

I lie awake endlessly waiting for the pressure to subside.

My chest is a weight pushing on my heart.

I take deep breaths hoping to fill myself with something.

One of these days I will be full again.

I will feel the highs and my light will brighten.

The lows are so low I wonder if I've been buried.

This phase is always the hardest.

But this phase always comes to an end.

I am in the process of becoming new.

And in this phase I always start writing again.

That my love, is the silver lining.