My mind became a forest, full of darkness, cold and fear
Where I wandered in the half life, alone with dread and tears
I searched amongst the shadows, I stumbled left and right
But the path to home eluded me, became further out of sight
So I settled in the half life, grew bitter, older, cold
Accepted this fearful landscape, huddled deep in shadows old
The time moved on regardless, the days and nights were one
I waited in the wilderness and prayed for help to come
The blackest night then came to me, inky choking doom
I shrank down to my knees in dread and hoped the end was soon
But someone, somewhere watched me and willed my heart to wake,
Urged me to look to myself and to make good my escape
So in this inky black of night, I stirred and searched for fuel
Made myself a tiny spark, so small, a fragile jewel.
I watched in awe it’s flicker, then coaxed it like a child
I added little twigs of hope and the darkness it defied
It soon became a bonfire, a beacon in the night
I stacked it with my deepest heart and set my soul alight.
And now I am in brightness, but still I tend the flame
A reminder of the darkness
A guardian from the pain.
