On the Path to Yellow

Blackness

When I was younger, the blackness overcame the light, looking deep within myself at that time I couldn’t fight.

I tried to give up but there was one little voice, “please hold on to what you got, I’m not giving you the choice”.

The choice to live or the choice to die, hanging on by a tight rope every night, while at sea, the anchor was thrown, who was drowning me? Was ME all along.

They tell you never give up but not how hard it is to have HOPE. You know Hold On Pain Ends, painting myself black with bruises the only way to cope. It took the pain from my heart and put it in my head, half the time waking up wishing I was dead.

Sometimes I was stuck. Stuck in darkness wishing myself TO BE BETTER but the black whole crept in and held me like a sweater. I was comfortable.

It does get better, you see I was once YOU, hold my hand, I’ll lead you through the darkness and out of the black hole your in. This is the light at the end of the tunnel my friend.

The light was yellow and beautifully bright and when your creeping back down, you hold on and you fight. I know it seems hard, but the light is much brighter then being stagnant in the dark.

End Of Poem