After the darkest hour…

bring me a knife

let me show you 

how you cut

the weeds

detach them

from growing

on your soul

from pulling you down

don’t drown

fight your way

for what awaits

because, my love

only after the darkest hour

does the morning light

rip off the shroud of despair

and drape the day

with hope fresh and

tender life.


Asha Seth