Free From Who I Was Poem by Stacy Bea

Locked in a dark room
for this is where i linger in a ocean of pain.
i hit the walls in anger, wanting to escape,
no windows no doors
nothing letting me see past my self-doupt.

many years past.
darkness consuming me
then...
a whole through the wall
a spot of light
i look though the whole, i see people
people with hope
i try to make the whole bigger
my hands all cut up, im just able to fit a hand though.

i put my hand thought, i wait for days
weeks, slowly losing hope,
untill one person grabs my hand, once again restored
this person waited with me for weeks on end untill more
more people came the helped me,
no longer within my pain i hide but now within hope i move forward

only yourself can choise your own path, but a hand getting there is never as far as you think