For a while, I was lost inside a maze,
where I felt that I could not think.
The words slipped in and out,
and my confidence began to sink.
I felt I couldn’t amount to anything—
that the world was crushing me
from the inside out; that a dark cloud
rushed overhead, causing so much dread,
instead of allowing me to fly freely.
I felt glued to the broken ground,
falling in and out of the cracks below.
And every time I climbed out, I fell back in.
Rivers then filled the cracks, drowning me.
I had nowhere else I could go,
and I felt that I could no longer write—
a waste of space on an empty piece of paper
that no longer shone bright beneath a candlelight.
These were the thoughts that held me back,
until it was time for me to find my wings.
Then, and only then, could I get back on track
and find my way back to everything.
The maze itself was merely a test of time—
to see if I could survive without my thoughts.
And so I fought and fought until I won the fight.
I left the darkness and returned to the light.