Desolate— like a shadow in space,
a misconception I had of the stranger in my face
I saw a shattered reflection, anger, disgrace
I was lost, the past was holding me in chains
Trapped, enraged, like a bear in a cage
Stuck in an hour glass, no way to escape
Quicksand— sinking under the grains
Broken, fed by the bitterness of mistakes
My heart was encaged—
I was drowning in fear
The light grew dim—
and my vision unclear
But like a soldier I fought,
I conquered, broke through
Faced the darkness
as the light grew..
A glimmer of hope
up ahead in my view
I came out the other side
found out what’s the truth
The nightmares still haunt me
a reminder my fight was real
I try to stay centered
on the seesaw of weight I feel
But don’t worry for me
for now I can see
The battle is won
I will not end in defeat
If you never saw the darkness,
how would you recognize the light?
If you didn't know wrong,
how would you know right?
My experience is a lesson
or else how could I help?
How do you tell someone how they feel
with out experiencing it yourself?
The load has been lifted
I can finally breathe
I’m reaching out my hand
So others can see..
