The midnight of the soul
blank words slip out of mouths
devoid of meaning behind them
A soft voice, my own, whispers in the darkness
to the very demons which have plagued it
"This is not me. This isnt who I am."
An echo in response
"What do you mean?"
And a puzzled look of ignorance rises up in challenge
So I ran at full speed
Heart racing with sleep deprivating anxiety
Feet pounding, leading themselves towards new life, a light
The feet stop their frantic pace
Eyes look around in pleased bewilderment
The soft voice dies off with a smile on its lips
Dawn has broken
