A Light Lit

The sound of the wind in the trees used to make me sway, and the sound of the waves on the rocks, reaching their crest upon the top used to make me smile, but no more. The sun that shown high above me while I walked is no more, the moon that let its face smile upon my sleeping face has left, leaving me alone, in the darkness. But in my darkest hour someone lit a light for me to see, a way out, an escape from the perpetural dungeon in which I was trapped. And now I am free. Free to be whoever I want to be. Free.