pain and darkness everywhere I turn....
I am alone.

Tears rush down my face,
Anger, sadness, and depression
fill my body, and
Nothing can make me smile.

On my knees,
face in hands,
with no comfort.

No comfort, but
My pen and a
scrap of parchment.

Scribbles, words,
lines....appear
on the paper,
by my own hand.

Pain and darkness
start to lift and fade away,
Joy, happiness, and peace
flow through my heart, and
my face reveals a grin.

I stand with
confidence and know....
I am not alone.