A darkness surrounds you,
It feels like a vortex.
You go numb,
You drown in it,
Yet you struggle to breathe.

With time, you start loving that darkness.
Everything that could help you
Feels like the enemy.
You accept it as fate,
And find solace in the thorns of agony.

Then someone enters,
Like beam of light.
They seem like a field of flowers,
A valley of green grass swaying in the wind,
Fragrant blossoms,
The sound of waterfalls in the distance.

At first, you resent them.
Keep your guard up.
It feels like betrayal to the darkness.
But they open the doors,
And you let them in.

They see the darkness,
A wormhole in the middle of your heart,
Shrieking and swirling,
And you, holding it back with chains.
They ask you to let it go.
But how can you release
What you’ve loved for so long?
What once held you, when no one else could?

They help you loosen your grip.
The chains slip.
The darkness floods out.
They stay beside you,
Watching it pour like a storm.

A sticky shadow still remains,
But they tell you it’s okay,
It’ll fade with time.

Then you see another gate.
One you never dared open.
Locked with rusty bolts,
Old keys hanging beside it,
Dusty with silence.

They help you turn the key.
You tremble at the thought,
What’s behind that door?
They push it open with you.

And there it is.
Fields of flowers.
Wide meadows.
The sound of waterfalls, again.

You look beside you to hold their hand,
But you see a mirror.
And you realize,
It was all you.
From the very beginning.

No one else opens the gates of your sanctuary.
The light you saw in others
Was your own reflection.

You shine,
like a Morningstar.