Dark Lonely Room

A few hours ago, I was reflecting on my life and everything I have gone through-all of the blessings and the trials that have been interwoven to mold me into the person that I am today. During this reflection, I wondered to myself..."How did I get past all those trials, that is to say, if I even did..." My reflections and thoughts turned into these words.

Been in here for life

This dark lonely room.

No where to go

Everlasting doom.

I want only to escape

Freedom I will find.

Or will I find failure

Maybe I am blind.

Everything I have known

The trials and the pain.

Locked up in this room

I have come to disdain.

Or is this a blessing

Being stuck in this room.

To learn from mistakes

To end all this doom.

Perhaps to escape

Is really to stay.

And change what I've done

And learn from my ways.

This room is called life

The pain and the guilt.

To create someting grand

It has to be built.

Without life's trials

I would be ever lost.

Wouldn't know what to do

There must be a cost.

For if there was no hurt

What sense would that gain.

For when good came along

It would feel so mundane.

Maybe being locked up

Is not a dark curse.

But rather a blessing

I must learn to nurse.

This room is my home

Everything I have known.

Stored up in this place

Maybe I am not alone.

Instead of escaping

I should just stay here.

Been missing the point

Trying to stop the tears.

When really it's the tears

That create and mold me.

Into who I will become

Into what I will be.

Fleeing would be simple

To forget all the pain.

But would that be success

Or rather just lame.

To make sense of this pain

Should be my one goal.

Not pushing it aside

That would not make me whole.

Perhaps to escape is to stay

To sift through all this pain.

And find what is good

So then I can gain.

Gain wisdom and insight

So when I move forward.

I can remain foucsed

My path won't be blurred.

So maybe I'm not lost

Perhaps I am free.

If I see pain as growth

I will not have to flee.