No one can find me not even my self.
I see a shimmer of light coming through.
I reach up and feel the warmth of it on my fingertips.
It's my hope, my faith.
I have a chance to live.
I have a chance to love myself once again.
I start to crawl, I crawl one foot then another and I fall.
I will not give up.
I will not put my self back down at the bottom of that deep dark hole.
I try again and again.
I am tired, lonely, confused, and angry.
But I see happiness where the light is.
I just have to find the power and strength to get there.
One of these days I will.
I will find my way.