Had I never stepped out of my cave,

I might have lived out my days in the dark

Never knowing that warmth and light existed

Beyond those cold and narrow walls,

I would have normalized the aching

Convinced it was the product of a fatal flaw

For which loneliness was my punishment

Penitence for the wayward soul.

It was intuition that awakened me,

Opened my eyes to steady deterioration

Leading me softly through a maze of stone

Until I finally discovered a safe escape

Leaving the heaviness of the cave behind

Into the welcoming embrace of a rising dawn

With a breeze at my back and hope far ahead

Led out of the dark by the contrast of light.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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