A Tiny Speck of Light

I want—

I want the real me back.

I want so bad.

I haven't seen me in a while.

I don't even know who I am anymore—

but I know the old me is still there.

Somewhere inside.

Clinging for dear life,

begging to come back.

So very small.

Just a tiny speck of light.

I want to grow—

but can't.

I am trapped.

Trapped by rules and regulations.

Rules I broke.

Loopholes I am wading through.

I am exhausted.

Becoming so sick—

and tired.

Tired of fighting—

and struggling—

and battling with myself.

With my very own self.

All will be well again.

I am scared.

But I know all will be well—

And glorious.

And happy.

And clean.

And pure.