Not the End—Comma

Chased by the shadows of the past,
I trip and fall to my demise.
I’ve run my best, but then, at last,
I made mistakes and was not wise.

I lay there, hunching on the ground,
Waiting in fear for them to come.
That moment when I will be found…
I’m scared of what I might become.

And, yet, I wait and nothing is,
Just silence and a pounding heart,
Just rapid thoughts which do not cease,
A lucid mind that’s torn apart.

I raise my head and look around
And shining light is what I find.
The shadows—gone, the hope—profound,
There’s joy ahead and peace behind.

I see a future, I see life,
My ending is still far ahead;
I stand up and, with pure delight,
I step towards what I’ve long dreamt.

– Patricia