Who You Are Poem by Monica Money

I see darkness

But I dream of lightness

What am I supposed to do?

It's right in front of me,

The door I see.

Should I stay or should I go?

But if I turn around

My past will jump right at me.

Hated, tortured, bullied, and crying.

It was hell.

The darkness consumes me again,

But yet I still dream of lightness.

'Seeing is deceiving; dreaming is believing'

Is that what I am supposed to do?

Believe.

How do you believe?

Dark road ahead of me.

There is still lightness I see.

Believing is what I did,

But I still lost a piece of me.

That is: who I am...

Now I am here to say,

Don't lose yourself in the process of receiving something great.

It may be hard,

But it is worth the try.

Now I opened the door.

Light consumes me this time.