It seemed so long ago,
I disappeared from myself, and all I stood for,
cried for all I knew, and all I didn’t know,
and died inside, died as I had before.
I listened to the screaming beside me,
hated this place I was left to,
but I knew, I knew it was the path I’d come to pass,
and there would be light enough to pull me through.
I could see the pains of yesterday fading,
held the invisible hands of tomorrow,
found my way away from the house that wasn’t a home,
slowly making my place to be rebuilt with heart,
with it all, allowing the room enough to grow.
Filling in the spaces with smiles and laughter,
day by day the sad tears disappear,
each moment getting stronger,
time passing, lessening the fear.
A painting hanging on the wall,
one I’ve created with my own hand,
and I realize now how alive I am,
reaching out from deep inside, to truly understand.