Day and Night

Every day I'm forced to deal with two opposing forces. Night and day, total opposites, trying to rule my world. I love the day, I can see clearly, every path is visible, it's bright and all my obstacles are in plain view. Then there is night, it's dark and confusing, I'm never sure of where I am. Sometimes I can't even see myself.

Both are aware of the other and completely cover my world. Lately the nights are shorter, shorter than they were just a few years ago but they're still there, without fail. Day being day, never intrudes into night, never makes an attempt to break in or vanquish it forever. Night being what it is, is never far away, always waiting for an opportunity to slip in. To roll the clouds and darken even the brightest day.

The truth is, night takes advantage of day. It waits until day grows long and tired and starts to forget about night, forgetting how dark night can be. That's when night takes it's opportunity and strikes, the two meet at dusk and blend together in combat but day is too tired and eventual submits. Night by itself is a formidable opponent but night has an evil brother, darkness and a devious sister, silence. I have fought them all and lost every time. There is no hope of winning. Even the moonlight cutting into night is just a tease, it is of no help. Once night has it's hold it will bring me down, then the simple act of closing my eyes allows his brother darkness to fill my head. When darkness and silence converge I have no control over my thoughts. Over and over the images replay against my wishes. I am forced to watch for the millionth time. Darkness is an evil gun and I have supplied the ammunition.

Now I can only wait for day to regain it's strength and the Battle for my soul to start again in the morning. Hoping that night has grown bored with me, that the clouds are to lazy to come out and help night extend it's reign, that the rain has had it's fill and the storms are satisfied that enough damage has been done... for now.