Bright Days Ahead
I crawl through the wreck that is my life
Armed by despair
Hope lies trapped in a dark corner
Where my hand cannot reach
Through the maze of grey matter
That is my mind
I hear the chatter of many voices
At last, I make my way back
To a stash of bright smiles
The land survived without me
The corners are no longer dark
I am free to walk outside
It feels as if my feet
Are touching new ground…
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