Poetry

A Found Light

When broken beyond compare,
It becomes hard to even care,
lost is confidence, joy, and trust,
Difficult to know weather Twas love or lust.

Poisoned is the mind accustomed to this,
Casting out any chance of happiness or bliss,
Fear consumes every aspect of such life,
And worry takes over in turmoil and strife.

Til left alone a desolate soul,
Lost in one's self no one to console,
Drowning in a sea of regrets,
Screaming and pleading, striving to forget.

No rescue can one expect from such pain,
Even if they try in the end it remains,
Such shadows overtake the soul,
And then is when all takes it's toll.

But fret not as you are not alone,
Though broken inside one still may atone,
For as long as they live a light still exists,
So run toward it with vigor, do not waver, persist.

Though the light may be dim,
If fought for on more than whims,
It can mend the pain within,
So on that anguish one no longer depends.

Rebuilding, growing on one's own,
So they may confidently stand all alone,
Prepared and eager for what lies ahead,
Knowing no longer must one live in dread.

The clouds disperse let sun shine through,
The pain has subsided now bid it adieu,
For you've fought all your demons and you have won,
The suffering is over, The darkness is done.