Light

I often feel lost in the woods-trapped by my own insecurities. I have always felt, however, that I would find my way out and this has kept me from falling to the ground in despair. Lately, my belief that there is a way out has faded. Perhaps it is the illness, the medication to cure it, or just circumstances beyond my control, but I find that the woods seem to spread farther than ever before-the trees more unfamiliar than I tend to recall. Yet, I realize that as I have spent so much time in the woods, I have found a way to survive, sometimes even thrive in them. For even the darkest forest claims light from above. No longer shall I search for answers before me. No longer shall I mourn the loss of what is past. No longer shall I hang my head in fear - let it rise and feel the light that shows me the way...