I need to see the world again.
Stuck in this prison of my own making.
The walls close in on me, suffocating.
The light of everything I was meant to be.
My world becomes smaller.
With these thoughts of darkness and despair.

But Writing was always my peace.
my inner knowing, and light expressed.
Wasn’t it supposed to be?
The inner makings of beauty and love alike.
It’s how I survived.

It was My escape from the shadows that lingered beneath me.
And now they make their way up trying to reach me.

Maybe I should let them…reach me.
for a moment at least.
And finally face what I’ve been running from for all these years.
My fears.
And as she sits and waits for the ****.
I take her by surprise.
I don’t look away this time.
no longer afraid to face her, to know her, to see her for who she is….

She is but fear.
and she fears me,
as I once feared her.
She is me
and I am her.
My worst enemy is me.

Hmm but I guess She’s right….
I’d be more afraid of my light.