Out Of The Darkness

There are days when I unravel,

A thread pulled loose by unseen hands,

When reason falters, shadows travel

Across the map of my best-laid plans.

I watch myself from far away

A stranger in my own reflection,

Lost in storms I cannot sway,

Adrift, untethered from direction.

My thoughts, like wild horses,

run

In tangled fields of fear and doubt,

I chase the fading, setting sun

And wonder how to find a route

Back to the self I used to know,

The one who walked with steady stride,

Who faced the world with gentle glow

And kept the trembling tears inside.

I lose control

my voice, my will

Emotions spill, unbridled, raw,

The silence grows impossibly still,

And all I am is what I saw:

A soul undone, a heart unmoored,

A mind that spins, a spirit sore,

A thousand wounds, none ever cured,

A locked and unrelenting door.

But even in the blackest night,

A flicker kindles in the gloom

A stubborn, almost hidden light

That dares to whisper, “Make some room.”

Room for hope, for second chances,

For forgiveness, slow and true,

For the smallest, trembling advances

Toward a self I barely knew.

I breathe

just once, then once again

And let the air restore my chest,

I gather up the scattered pain

And lay it down, allow it rest.

The tunnel stretches, long and cold,

But somewhere far,

a promise gleams,

A story waiting to be told,

A future built from broken dreams.

I stumble forward, step by step,

Each moment brighter than the last,

The darkness loosens what it kept,

The present softens all the past.

And as the light grows, so do I

No longer lost, no longer small,

I lift my head and meet the sky,

And find the strength to stand, to call

Myself survivor, seeker, friend,

A soul who wandered, but returned,

Who learned that tunnels sometimes bend,

But every light is always earned.

Now when I falter, lose my way,

I know the darkness cannot win

For even night must yield to day,

And every end births new begin.

So if you see me shining now,

Remember where my journey led

From chaos, pain, and furrowed brow,

To hope and healing up ahead.