FROM OUT OF THE DARKNESS

Hiding, pretending this wasn’t real, dreaming of what might be,

Slipping into a world of fantasy and seclusion, I’m finding my way back.

It was no miracle, a lot of emotional pain and suffering, was it my doing?

Well! I suppose I didn’t allow myself to be strong enough to overcome.

Most of the time my window was my only opening to the outside world,

The curtains closed when there was nothing that I wanted to see.

From out of the darkness to arise did I, stepping outside to live again,

Seeing the sun, looking at the surroundings I was running from.

Keith Garrett