Out of Darkness

I roamed like a ghost
in the stretching wilderness,
The soul was choked in emptiness,
the mind lost track of the passing seasons,
and the identity was imprisoned in harsh memories.
 
Tears would roll down my bearded face
as I sat half-naked in the biting cold,
and at other times,
I shivered under the scorching tropical sun.
My eyes ached at the colors of the rainbow;
the blossoming promises of spring reeked of death.
The pain in the heart was like opium
as I let grief become a way of life.
 
I suffered,
I withstood,
I lingered,
and I evolved.
 
The frozen hands of time started ticking.
The barren grounds
rumbled with an undercurrent of seething lava.
 
The trampled spirit cried for a new dawn.
My hand clenched into a fist
and the last trace of will
turned into resolve.
I rose above circumstance
to take the past by its horns
and to crack the whip at life.
 
I emerged
as a warrior of light.