I found my way back to me

I found my way back to me.
I’m in a deep dark hole filled with sadness,anger and pain. I tend to look back but I see no light. I’m searching,crying,shouting and praying at the same time kneeling down “oh so help me God please hear my cry”. I sometimes question God’s will,I get angry at him , why my life has to be so hard huh? A life where I have to fight to get where I want to be . A life filled with confusion and sorrow . A life so dry and draining . Really ,is there any light waiting for me at the end of the tunnel ? Despite it all there’s only one thing I’ll always be grateful for.  My black pen and my blank page because with that I can finally beat this demon of anger,sadness,pain and self doubt . Poetry reminds me that I am not alone ,yes I have cried a lot,cursed ,loved,experienced my first heartbreak,made mistakes and lost my self in the process but one thing that was crying , shouting and calling at me the most was “poetry “. I finally answered and did it all with just my mind. A mind so wild,wide and adventurous. It took me to places that I’ve never been before even in my dreams . Places where the are no cries,sadness,pain and anger .just laughter,happiness,confidence ,a free and happy soul. But that’s just in my  mind right ?apparently I have to wake up . Wake up to the real world . A world where life is not just a walk in the park sis life out here is so real and  again poetry saved me . It reminded me that the  pain is temporary. That there’s comfort in my words and there’s power in the presence of nature.ahh nature cause I will stand tall as a  tree throughout the whole season. Yes I may lose my leaves or beautiful flowers but once the storm is over I will regain strength . I will not overflow as a river. Even when it rains I’ll never get filled . What you say about me or your words ,opinion won’t do any damage to me , like a river I won’t overflow . When summer comes and the sun shines bright   at me  I’ll still be here looking blue and focused on being the beautiful river as I was before . My mind so  big and hard as a mountain . I’ll fly up high as a bird reaching for the stars  until I find a place where poetry brings back what I lost . Until I look at the mirror and see the girl I was before I was young ,lost and depressed . That beautiful,brave and bold girl I once was . And  with that I’ll be able to tell a story none other than ,”when I poem it out I found my way back to me “. It is the most beautiful and amazing comeback of all times. The ending is that  it’s true,the is light at the end of the tunnel.