Masked Face.
Clothed tight.
No one sees.
No one knows.
The pain.
Nor the fright.
Cowering neath the shadow of an ugly past.
Struggling to see the light, the beauty of that moment.
Nothing, the light is gone. The fear and the pain return.
It swallows me whole. Lets loose its vengeance upon me.
Suffering so great I can not see my hand right from my left.
Stumbling, searching, seeking something to hold on to.
Running in fear from the light, headed head on for the grave.
Seeking solitude, peace, no more turmoil, no more shadows.
Back, back, back I fall. Forward, onward, toward I strive.
Seeking strength, joy, and purpose. Longing for someone to hold.
Hold until I feel alright again. I cannot see past this darkness. I am weak.
Holding on to air it seems, in faith, in faith I hold to what I cannot see.
But for what I ask, for hope I answer, for hope.
The dark one closes in, but hope remains. Until my light is snuffed out.

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