Free

Just a little something i wrote. . .


Confusion cripples me, it leaves me lifeless on the floor.
Not have that answers to any of life's questions, numbs me to my deepest core.
Who, what, why when and where, leave me baffled and clueless.
Another being enters the room, a voice said, "This is how you do this."
The image of a man, outlined in light.
Why is he here, and how does he know of my inner fight?
As he spoke to me it was like his words brought a long awaited sunrise to my dark and gloomy night.
As he was reaching down, I clinched his hand tight.
Effortlessly he pulled me up and out of my struggle.
Standing on my feet, I looked back at the rubble.
He spoke and said, "No more a broken soul, now who you were truly meant to be."
I responded, "why?" He said, "though HIM, we are all set free. . ."