I am out in a wilderness

Amongst trees, bare and jagged

Amid rusted car bones

jutting obscenely

Where half starved,

nervous animals skitter

Quickened in their distress.

 

I am striving, surviving

just surviving

With every misplaced step

Each stumbled approach

My brightness slides away

 

Now as the fingers of youth

slip from my grasp,

tumble into the past.

I find the proof; that single,

burning light of truth

 

A beacon of hope to reveal

a way for me to heal.

And as illumination grants me sight

I feel alive

I feel light.