Refuge

It is time to get back out to the farm. I have had enough babying from my mom and fatherly advice from my dad.  I miss riding Mabel and I miss the smell of cow manure on my boots. I miss the seclusion. I want to huddle in the comfort and safety of the darkness away from the light. I want to stay there in it’s refuge forever. It calls to me. But sometimes the darkness can be tricky and malevolent.  Sometimes it brings dark and heavy thoughts with it. I am not strong enough to fight off the invading thoughts so I give in and I shudder as the cold darkness seeps in. But I have to take the risk because I cannot survive out here in the light any longer.