From Darkness to Life 
The darkness of the night used to be my comfort,
a time I felt was all
mine,
no prying eyes, no
concerned voices,
just me and the
stars burning bright.
But now I find that my mood becomes as dark as the hour of the night,
then as the sun
rises, my mood lightens, & I start feeling alright,
and yet, still,
I do not sleep,
though I am
grateful that I no longer weep.
From despair to random acts of crying,
from fantasies of
death to fantasies of actually trying,
from helpless indecision
to a hopeful future vision,
from overwhelming
anxiety to just plain fear,
from self-imposed
isolation to talking with those I hold dear,
from painful
existentialist ponderings to just being me.
from the depths
of despair and the bowels of apathy,
I have climbed.
Now, I am clawing my up to being healthy & secure,
and I know that
I’ll make it, because now I know that I someone worth fighting for.
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