lost not the show

I would hope the words themselves describe the text adequately or I have failed horendously

Lost

I was lost in the darkness of my soul

falling deeper, and deeper into the well of despair

My nights became filled with terror and sleepnessness

My days grew weary and without hope

Friends became shadows of their former selves

Self righteous, and self absorption was the only consolation offered

solitude and bitterness became my solitary companions

when would the nights turn into days?

 

Slowly I climbed out of the darkness, action turning into hope

hope for a miracle

a new life

 a friend

a dream come true

each hour I fought my way back

pushing away thoughts of

being bed ridden, destitute, alone

in exchange for just one word

 

hope.