My mind goes back to a time long ago Where I had lived without seeing. The memory, faint, lingers like a cold Terrorizing my very being.
Lost on a path from all I had known A star losing its light. Searching for answers successfully hidden I tried with all of my might.
A door was left open so far from me All I had to do was reach. But there on the threshold mockingly stood The insubordinate thief.
He told me to leave this foolish endeavor Of stepping out into the light. To turn back, forget, and never attempt To spread my wings and take flight.
Convincing, conniving, and jealous he was And ruthless to virtually no end. His tricks and his games would always defeat And I’d try my best to defend.
Bloodied and bruised I lay on the floor When he had taken his fill. It was right then and there I knew I could stand And exercise my own kind of will.
A battle royale commenced there between The insubordinate thief and I. I’d taken the blows and sent them right back Until I would see that thief die.
He muttered a whisper, a squeamish request; “This is what I ask of you now: Take what you did to me on this day and show all your brethren how.
“How you defeated me with your own strength And what this victory means. The future is yours, I can’t interfere, Your mind is free now it seems.”
And still to this day I can recall The touch of that thief’s icy hand. But far from me now is where he shall remain, Away from where I now stand.
I wrote this one a long time ago when I was getting over a bad depression bout.