There is always light at the end of darkness.
That darkness can never tarnish or taint…
The ability for me to paint these pictures.
My mind is full of light.
Like the moon at night.
Darkness crept and took over at one point.
But there is always light at the end of darkness.
I will always fight for the light inside.
I am like David, ready to fight and not hide.
I contemplated suicide.
I did, and felt alone.
Darkness felt like my only home.
But I am finally seeing the light.
There is always light, at the end of the hole.
Overcome and keep overcoming, that is for you to know.
You is me.
I write this to myself.
You can in fact, do it by yourself.