Whole Again

It’s dark;

Not the kind of dark that invites sleep and rejuvenation.

No, this is the darkness

That provokes thought, and reflection, and obsession, and misery.

It doesn’t take much to get lost in darkness like this.

But it takes all the effort in the world to find your way out.

It’s a metaphor;

The kind that relies exclusively on being an accurate cliché.

It doesn’t seek to reinvent the wheel,

Or impart some new revolutionary truth upon the world.

It just wants to suck you in.

It’s successful,

But only if you truly do get lost in it.

Sometimes,

I go there on vacation, to the darkness.

It isn’t exactly a dream vacation, nor is it a time to recharge my ever draining batteries.

But it always leaves me feeling whole again.