Darkness surrounds me

Literature embraces me

Food enslaves me 

I am nothing

I have nothing

 

A crack 

Light seeps in 

Fear chockes my heart

I want to 

Memories flood my mind

But I can't

I turn my back to the light

 

A hand comes towards me

Outstrecthed

Waiting

My hands entertwines with the hand

The hand tells me stories

Of promises and love

Laughter and respect

But, I must give the hand my all 

So, I did.

The hand gave me a book

It had a cross and read, 

The Holy Bible