The Spark

Coming out of a deep sadness I've been in all my life,
Is like rising out of the dark with pride and no fear. 
Things feel different. I feel different. 
It's like I've been trapped In a padded room and left to scream for years, and then out of nowhere there was a rattle of chains and a door was made to the outside. 
The screaming stopped abruptly and stumbling upon my feet, I walked unsteadily to the door. 
I winced and covered my eyes, for at first, the light was too bright. 
When the light became bearable, I saw it was night. I took a deep breath and looked up to the sky in amazement. 
"What is that bright star I see?
The one that looks like a white purl in the sea."
The star spontaneously bursted of sparkling colors like fire works on the Fourth of July. The sparks rained down upon me and I was relived to see that I too, could be okay. Things have only just begun.