The blackest place to ever see,
can be found inside of me.
All the darkness, all the rage
are collected there inside a cage.
Pain inflicted to my soul
to heal it is my heartfelt goal.
I want so bad to rid my fears
before I have to drown in tears.
Sometimes I get lost in time
my heart, my thoughts covered in grime.
Still I know I have to fight
to one day soon get back some light.
I don’t see the pleasant things
like butterflies and eagle wings.
I only see a deep black hole;
can’t climb the walls, have no control.
I beg for mercy, beg for help
all I can do is weep and yelp.
But support is closer than I guess
a helping hand to flee this mess.
A candle light cuts through despair
shows me the way, lit-up the stair’.
And only translucently I see a thing
that looks like the feather of an Angel wing.
I yet have to learn to hold on tight
to the arm that wields the sword to fight.
I must identify and cope
with that one emotion, that’s called “hope”.
(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, August 2015)