What I Think Poem by kente lucy

The doors seemed to have closed down on me,
and the curtains had been drawn.
My world reduced to a small four walled room
filled with total darkness, no ray of hope.
There I sat in my silence with sunken eyes,
curled in a corner, eyes shut, so frightened
to gaze and grope in the darkness, to find my way to freedom.
So tied down that i could not move, my bones to seek their freedom.

Then a small voice whispered 'you are what you think'
Every time i pondered more on the phrase,
my shackles got loose, i felt a light penetrate my down cast soul
and a relief over take my heavy laden heart.

All of a sudden my darkness was no more, my walls shattered,
my face glittered with a brightness.
I could see beauty, possibilities, so much to achieve and so much to live for.
My lips parted into a smile like that of famished mice,
that is about to feast on stolen cheese.
It dawned on me, Am What I Think