The darkness is pressing, insisting to control. It seeks to devour each morsel of soul. It knows the right tactics, and it knows the right wounds, using both in its effort to keep you entombed. It caresses your heartache, and feeds on the tears. It enhances the sorrows, the pain, and the fears. Sometimes it is sly, and far too often ruthless. It convinces you so that you just cannot do this. But, it only shows that in trying so hard, that there's more to your strength and your courage by far, for such effort would not be required on its part if you weren't so strong in the depths of your heart. Only in desperation does it rage at you so, to distract you from fighting with misery and woe. The anger that comes with the losses inflicted is also a part of its plan oh so twisted. The more love we have for our wishes and dreams only causes the darkness to rip out more seams in our hearts often broken, stitched so many times due to wounds so inflicted by dastardly crimes of the ones who are in it for what they can take, and by those who don't care how they cause us to ache. But, the darkness can only destroy all it will if you give up the light that is burning bright still, in your heart, beneath scars, as it cries out to be what can heal every heartache, causing darkness to flee. The power and the magic reside in you still, and they wait for the moment when you've had your fill, when, through tears, through the sorrow, it quickens your soul, and the darkness loses every ounce of control. The fire is burning. Let it grow. Let it rage. Let it melt the emotional bars of your cage. The moment is nigh, and the power is yours. There is beauty to come. Let the victory be yours.