We are all susceptible to darkness.
All of us prey to the periodic blues.
Lethargy, apathy, and depression
are not constant companions(for most)
but occasional and unwanted visitors
who sometimes stay long after our endurance has been eroded.
How do we purge this inky and viscous blackness
that clouds our eyes, pollutes our mind, and weights down our spirit?
Companionship, nature, the warm reassuring embrace of a loved one.
A heartfelt kiss, a sun-filled walk, a good book with a hot cup of tea.
Clichéd remedies, maybe, but even so- effective.
The light banishes the dark.
The artist, we acolytes of Dionysus, have other methods.
We spool, we spin, we weave the dark.
It spills from pen to paper, from paint to canvas, from mind to stage.
Even now I feel lighter, brighter, free.
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