You find yourself awake at 3 in the morning,
With slivers of light breaking through the curtain,
As the skies are filled with flashes of lightning,
And crashes of thunder highlight the presence of rain,
You on the other hand are stifling the surge of emotions,
And holding back the wave of tears that is set to follow,
As the darkness in your mind brings out the demons,
That have found their way into your heart that feels hollow,
You close your eyes only to be met with flashbacks,
Of the countless mistakes that you've made,
Further feeding your demons for their eventual attack,
You then think of your regrets which sharpens their blades,
You start to gasp for air and start taking deep breaths,
Only to feel as though you're suffocating further,
And all you can hope for is a quick and painless death,
This is when you start believing in a Heavenly Father,
You feel the pain of wounds that slowly start to show,
A stark reminder of the countless times you've fallen,
With the results being skinned knees and grazed elbows,
Leaving you feeling a little worst for wear and downtrodden,
You keep telling yourself that there is no end to this nightmare,
That you're destined to walk a lonely path of pain and sorrow,
You're convince that you will never escape from the devil's lair,
And all that's left for you is despair and a darker tomorrow,
But know this o'child of the Earth and His kingdom,
The darkness, sorrow and pain never lasts,
For you will find the strength, resolve and wisdom,
To realise that all these demons and ghosts are in the past,
Dig down deep and realise that you are more than your mistakes,
Dig down deep and let go of your doubts and regrets,
You will learn that your soul may bend but it never breaks,
And you will learn that each mistake you’ve made are actually assets,
If you ever feel lost in the midst of the fog and darkness,
All you have to do is reach your hand out and say a little prayer,
And your guardian angels will lead you out of the madness,
Into days where things will seem much brighter,
Because just like the street lights that come through your curtain in slivers,
The light always finds a way to make it to the darkest corners,
When all seems bleak and hopeless; remember this o'child,
You are loved and the world wants to see your smile.
