Internal Struggle

As I walk through the shadows of the forest,

I can't help but feel despair.

I want to sit down and rest,

But I have become ensnared.

 

A storm is raging within my head,

Taking away all thoughts and free will.

I fear the storm is beginning to spread,

and soon I will fall ill.

 

Despite all I continue to wander,

and think if this storm will be my demise.

And still I continue to ponder,

Perhaps I'm being punished for my lies.

 

A rustle in the thicket realeses me from my paraylization.

I turn my head and a shadow falls across my face.

I stare in horror and realization,

And prepare to leave without haste.

 

The shadow follows as I run,

The trees devoid of all light.

I begin to pray that I will make it to the sun

and the shadows will run away in fright.

 

Branches and thorns begin to snatch at my clothing,

Trying to keep me in the heart of the forest.

Darkness reigning down, strengthening and growing,

Making it impossible to stop and rest.

 

And yet... I find it harder and harder to move,

And question, 'what's the point of my escape?'

I'm stuck in an internal groove,

And doubt drapes me like a cape.

 

As doubt fills me like a raid,

I feel the storm return.

And all my hope begins to fade,

And my anguish begins to burn.

 

I feel the storm taking total control,

And yet... I do nothing but stand there.

I can feel it devouring my soul,

But I no longer care.

 

As I sink deeper among the dark,

All hope gone,

I see a light among the dark,

And like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn.

 

Spreading warmth begins to fill me,

Chasing the storms, doubts, and fears,

I begin to feel a sort of glee,

And an enlightenment that moves me to tears.

 

I run to the end of the forest,

All shadows and storms gone.

Nearing the end of my quest,

It's now getting close dawn.

 

As the golden light shone through,

And I climbed up over the slope.

I have found out something new,

And that's their is no life without hope.

Author's Note

This way back when I thought all poems had to rhyme or it wasn't really a poem... bleh.

Reviews

[Darkest Rose]

Another piece of amazing writing and you really shouldn't doubt it.But then again I have weird tastes in writing. But I stand by my point of it is an amazing poem.
:)