I could have remained numb
Trapped within a feelingless space
A soul resigned to deflated purpose
As skepticism eclipsed grace.
I could have closed my eyes to hope
Shutting out the warmth of light
Choosing suffering over regeneration
Abandoning growth for perpetual night.
I could have embraced the role of cynic
Convinced there is too much pain to feel
But then I would have missed the road
That led my heart to heal.