find the hope inside;

who was it that told you

that you were worthless

and a waste of space

and a good brain.

what history do you bury under ground

that lead to such turn of events

that no person should ever endure?

who took your spirit

twisted it maliciously

squeezing until it could not breathe

and then step on it to make sure it was dead?

your days have darken

and you cannot remember the light

or how the sun feels shining on your face.

you have forgotten simple pleasures of life.

you have retreated deep inside you

a broken shell teetering on a tightrope

one wrong move and it is over.

and it seems like it is what you desire.

when did it all change for you

when you lost all hope

and even forgot who you were.

solace, help, and redemption

can be found in the most unexpected places

and when you do find it

let it consume you.

let it bloom inside you like a new flower

just rising to see daybreak.

find the hope inside you that was all but destroyed

save for a single, lone, flickering flame.

let it be your beacon

and rise out from your own depths of hell.