Hopeful

I've began the process to write. My mind hunting for words to describe how I'm feeling. It was never good to do this at night. But it's been better since I've began the process of healing. My mind now under my control. No longer being steered by my abundance of emotion. It's now a tool I can use to feel whole. I place I can harness my devotion. Its as messed up as it was before. But the sun now rises on it's plains. In it's chamber of secrets I know there's a door. Where IL be free of all my shackles and chains. Its not peace I've come to find. But rather a hope I left behind.