as a little girl i shiver
arms wrapped tightly around my legs
tears flooding my eyes as i lay my head down
the light breaks forth
am i seeing things?
i've tried to make this happen before
i've tried to light the way out of this place
exhausted by my efforts to keep the flame going
i retract, sit, cry, and wait
thinking that hope is gone
the darkness is thick and heavy
the ray of light seems small
can i trust it?
will it lead out of this place?
what will happen?
will it hurt?
will it be better?
does hope exist in this light?
oddly comforted by the darkness i remain
faintly remembering the promises of light
step out and risk the goodness of the light
to be released into light
to break free of this dark place
which entangles gently
the tangles unknown will be exposed through light
i've seen the goodness
but i don't trust it now
i slowly get up
stiffened by time and deeply effected by this place
i crawl towards the hope of light
will it remain?
exhausted i come
in need of much
guide and release me from this place
even when i don't trust
