Frozen, unable to act,
move, and think
no words flowed
I could not use my ink

As darkness consumed me
pressures all around
I felt six feet under
The Nothing was profound

Red glowed from my wrist
A shiny sign of pain
I felt I was Nothing
No value left to gain

My body didn’t feel
My emotions all shut down
The Nothing was all there was
I couldn’t hear a sound

Visions of my resting place
Was all my mind could see
The me that wrote before
Was buried down, six feet

An angel came to me one day
She sat down by my side
She gave me hope to carry on
By sharing her bright light

One day led to the next
One small choice at a time
I carried her light in me
Until I could see mine

Now it’s taken three years
To crawl up those six feet
I’ve shaken off the soil
I’ve stood on my two feet

I’ve looked into the mirror
I’ve looked into the sky
I’ve stretched my aching muscles
I’ve loved the crown up high

The clay that once encased me
The thorns deep in my mind
Have been seen and plucked away
And I’ve seemed to have a stride

Along this path to Something
I noticed my pen of ink
I’m thankful to have picked it up
A writer with her ink

Dear Reader,

A large part of being in a growth mindset now is being able to find words more often than they did when I was in complete darkness, buried within my own mind.

I’m glad to still be alive. I’m glad I exist with all of you.

We’re all in this together.

With all my heart,

YY Driver