Shame

As I look up at the sky, wondering how I’m still alive – I see a shadow of a raven peering deep into my lies. They go as deep as outer space, a never ending void. Like a black hole, it sucks away all my joy.

Is there a way out? I am yet to know. Yet I go and I go, trying to move forward. Like a black cat, I am an outcast. I am misunderstood. As I read between the lines of graphite passed down onto me, I learn through all of this pain – there is nowhere I’d rather be.

There is always light at the end of the tunnel, even through the darkest of times. And until the day I die, I will strain to move forward from past mistakes and be alright. Nothing lasts forever, darkness will end sometime. But for now like a bento box, I am left forgotten and far behind.