Hope.
Ashamed of being myself,
I avoided the crowd.
Isolation became my new friend.
Darkness; my long lost home.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Who’ll find a way to save me.”
Tearing, every day and night.
Questioning myself,
I lost the happy me somewhere.
But one day,
Traumatisation ended.
Something ignited my heart.
A reply came to my query,
“You! My little ray of hope,”
A grin I saw in front of me
As I conveyed the message
to the reflection in the mirror.
Well that just hit me hard… thank you. I had to look up “Traumatisation” but that was a good thing! Well done. I wish I could write like a poet. So very perfect!