Drawing and poem inspired by that dark time of night when doubts are all you have
“Darkness of the heart
from unexpected paths swoops in.
The questions start
the doubts begin,
flickering in the corner of your eye,
whispering a dark and creeping lie.
Soft wings of grey
flutter with the dawn.
The wolf hour floats away
in the brightness of the morn.
Quivering briefly, just in sight,
faith so hard to grasp at night.”