My Darkest Hour

You were my darkest hour

and it still envelopes me.

The shadow that looms over me

breathing on my neck.

Every shiver I feel when I leave the house,

every voice I hear when the atmosphere

...feels not quite right.

You were my darkest hour,

its hand still wraped around my skull.

Every time I flinch at the soft touches,

with every kind whisper.

When my legs quiver

everytime I walk down stairs.

You were my darkest hour

that I tried to drown

and drink away.

Everytime I hear a violin

and recall

my head spinning

motionless on the bed.

You were my darkest hour

and I've fought you

for three years.

To once again

baske in the sunshine.

A smile not forced.

-Jo Resner 12/27/17