It was dark, cold and cramped.
I thought I'd never get out.
It seemed impossible.
The demons were consuming me and I couldn't do anything about it.

Anything.

Then there was a sprout of light.
It almost blinded me amidst the dark.
I felt myself breathing a little easier.
My eyes shot open.

It was there.
Right there.
Just beyond my reach.
Can I make it?

Knees bleeding after making contact with the floor.
Legs stained with red.
But the light, it guided me.
I was so close.

There's always light at the end of the tunnel.
You'll never make it unscathed.
But that's okay because you're free.

Like a feather picked up by a gust of wind.
                                                                           Fly.