Forgetting Who I Am

Hope glistened through the clouds on this journey I’ve found. Twisting and dark roads have now led to this chamber of hope.. Light seeps through the end of this tunnel as my eyes try to focus in the brightness. It’s been awhile since these eyes have seen anything and they must adjust to the light. My hands callused and bleeding, my heart now slows its beat. I wipe the sweat with my tattered shirt and begin to look around. I realize that the road is still tough. The journey is far from over.. but at least this time.. It’s light outside