For you only miss the sun, when it begins to snow. So do not pity me for I am change, the only constant in life. And I am proof you can dance with darkness and not perish. I am proof the light and dark exist as one. They are not separate—they are gifts onto themselves.
So next time you go to mourn me, break a pomegranite, taste the seeds and remember how sweet they are. The next time you curse the winter—stop—look and listen and perhaps in the blanketed, cold stillness you will hear your heat in a new way. The next time you feel panic creep into your skin as darkness settles—breathe—and know you were born from it and the light will come again. And when you curse my husband for taking your loved ones in death—remember—it is death that gives life its sweetness.
I may be the Queen of Darkness but there is nothing cursed about me. I am full. Full of the dark side of the moon