The Dark Night Of The Soul Poem by Helen Crutchett

Through the dark night of the soul
With no treasure maps to guide me
No helpful signs along the way
No hiding from that bird of gloom
Through lonely clouds of blackness

When hope was adrift on sea tides
Witches rode on hideous brooms
Cold shivers ran down my spine
To a grave of skeleton memories
When I lost my way in a labyrinth
Of disillusionment and pain
ln one moment of time
I have been one acquainted with the night.