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.