I stand alone.
Victim to my own thoughts,
Surrounded by darkness.
Wanting to move forward,
Step out of this vast emptiness,
I look around.
Prisoner to the situation,
Bystander to life.
Thinking about the what-if,
Wishing it were different,
I break free.
No longer a victim,
No longer a prisoner.
Shifting into the light,
Creating a new path,
I have evolved.