The Void That Teaches: A 'Dark Night' Experience

I was going through some old notes recently and stumbled across a poem I wrote during one of the most intense seasons of my life - my last dark night of the soul.

Funny enough, I didn’t even give it a title. It was more like a spontaneous soul-vent - an outpouring of emotion that just happened to rhyme.

That particular dark night lasted almost a year. A whole year of sitting in the void. A year of questioning everything I thought I knew about myself, my path, and my connection to the Divine.

I remember feeling completely disconnected from my guides, my angels, even my own sense of inner knowing. I longed for answers, clarity, anything to let me know I hadn’t been abandoned.

And in those moments? I raged. I cried. I spoke my truth out loud - even the messy, unfiltered parts. I yelled into the silence, hoping my words wouldn’t be held against me.

Can you relate?

That vulnerable space where you let it all out and secretly hope that your spiritual team is still listening with compassion instead of judgment? Yeah… that was me.

But here’s the beautiful thing I’ve come to understand:

They were always there.

Holding space, feeling it with me and loving me through it.

Yes, even in the midst of divine design, when certain pain is necessary for our growth and evolution, I believe our guides still feel with us. They don’t want to see us suffer but they honor our sovereignty. They step back when they must… and step in when we’re ready.

So, this little unpolished, untitled poem is a snapshot of my heart during that time. A raw conversation between me and the unseen forces I couldn’t feel but who, in hindsight, never left my side.

If you’re going through your own dark night or just emerging from one, I hope this poem speaks to your soul in the way it surprised mine when I found it again.

🕊️Here’s the piece that poured through when I was lost in the dark but being carried toward the light:

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