I stand at the crossroads,
Deciding which way to go,
One path leads to redemption,
The other to a world of pain,
The path that will make me heal,
Is the one that scares me the most,
I am not used to feeling ok,
To not be in inner pain,
The path of pain,
Lets my heart go,
No need to breathe life,
As I don't have a life to live,
The crossroads call out to me,
Begging me to follow the light,
Wishing me to go towards redemption,
And forgive and forget the problems of the world,
I hear my heart beating in fear,
The comforting embrace of darkness,
Stills the pain of my mind,
Quieting the sounds of the earth,
A friend takes my hand,
Guiding me towards the light,
Begging me to accept the light,
Instead of the dark,
A pulse of warm heat enraptures me,
Telling me that the light's embrace is good,
A happy feeling builds up inside of me,
Making me feel whole,
I am not at the crossroads anymore,
I have finally chosen a path,
The darkness was holding me back,
The light will guide me to strength,
A loving light,
Holding my hand,
Keeping my heart safe,
Letting me finally live,
The darkness I used to love,
Was a silver, sharp blade,
But now, my light is the best,
And now I will live my life and breathe.
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Trapped
PoetryPoems about depression, abuse, self-harm and suicide. May cause triggering..