Hands from the Darkness
June 17th, 2008 | By Sonnie Johnson
With darkness surrounding me, I try to climb
Willing myself, pushing already strained muscles,
Not expecting a hand to reach down and pull me up
Not expecting hands to reach from the darkness
And pull me back, but them come
Reaching out for my soul, forcing the load on my back
To double in weight
Shouts come, barely audible, but so loud
Understanding words, that make no sense combined
Understanding pain, so misdirected
What did I do so wrong?
I see bitterness and anger,
BUT I REFUSE TO MAKE THAT PLACE MY HOME
I see a way out
Light at the end of a road so dark
Sunshine piercing the night hues so common
No force beside gravity affects my ability to reach
Gravity can weigh me down
Problems will present themselves
But crumble at my WILL
Hands from the darkness are my biggest problem
Those that would block me by pulling me down
Instead of reaching up for themselves
Gladly would I fight for Pole Position
Never should I have to fight
Hands from the darkness to get to the light
