When, at last, they set me free,

Where will I finally be?

When they decide to hand me the key,

What can the future hold for me?

I have grown so used to the dark

I’ve been suspended in,

Now, I am afraid of the Light

I fought to win.

I’ve been locked in this closet every day.

How, possibly, can I find my way?

All I feel is uncertainty.

No one taught me now to be free.

Now that the crack of Light in the door

Has become larger,

Each step I take towards the door

Has become harder.

I’ve been isolated here so long,

Freedom seems foreign

And growth seems wrong.

It might be safer just to stay where I am

But it’s better if I leave

Because I know, here I don’t belong.