The dark has consumed me as I sit in the corner of my round room. The walls tilt as support weakens, dust and rock settle.
I look behind me and realize my shoulders are just to tired to carry the burdens of my past so I turn and walk away. I don't have the energy. The shadows are dark and mocking. Flicker on the wall as the light bounces and fades. I put down my head hiding from what's out their. My heart cracks and splinters. Afraid of what's to come. At the moment of most despair I feel a hand on my shoulder, a warm voice in my heart. The darkness begins to fade.
I stand on my own two feet, the future is my illumination. My beacon in the dark. If I follow this light my path will be clear and the darkness won't touch me anymore.
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