Vexing venom sneaks in, just when I think darkness is beginning to lift. The black mood lingers just below the surface, a hidden reptile waiting to lash out. And it does, seemingly from nowhere. As often is the case it catches me by surprise. I am not wise to the darkness that I harbor. I have spent a lifetime ignoring and suppressing it until my cup runneth over with toxins during this last year or so.
I think cruel and unkind thoughts of others who are undeserved of my wrath. I do not speak them, but my eyes betray me as does the straight slash of my mouth which no longer smiles. I disdain the gladness and energy around me and drift in the murkiness and fog. Cynicism and sarcasm my allies, my thoughts full of both. I do not like this voice within; this jaded angry voice. I am thankful it remains silent and taunts only me and my thoughts and does not spew forth to the innocent world.
The sunshine chased the viper away last weekend. I thought it gone or leaving, but I was mistaken. Or is it possible that a new asp arrived in place of the last? Surely it will leave soon and free my mind from the venom.