It’s dark, I feel alone, I look around and all I see is space, empty cold space. I cry for help -can they hear me or do they hear me and try to escape? I need to see a friendly face. Immerse myself into His arms, His embrace, the place I feel safe. Will I ever be free , free to be me without being judged? Then again who is me; have I changed? Am I still enough? Constantly asking myself why life is so tough ; I want to be happy. Stop blaming myself for things. I can do nothing about and turn the doubt into a hope that one day soon I will get out; be free and happy. I will not give up or succumb to the depression that has held me back. I cry again and I see a shimmer, a sliver of light pierces the gloom . I am not alone. I am ready to fight. For so long I’ve chosen flight but everything is shifting, I see the light .
~B~

