The Light Ahead

The world swirls,
a grey haze.
the shadows darken,
I tread on.
I notice a light,
but it is out of my reach.

The yelling begins to dampen.
What will cause the spark that repeats the cycle?
I have to break it.
I NEED to break it.

I am incompetent.
I am unruly.
Am I a burden?
Or have I gone too far. 

I am hurt, the thoughts darken.
Is this what they want?
A broken adolescent,
damaged from within.

They were my protectors.
A part of me.
Now we are two.

I look back and laze at what I swear I loathe.
It is not the same;
why is it not the same?

All I can do is ponder about the light.
Is it the same light that is just out of my reach?

I traipse ahead aimlessly,
not knowing what I am truly searching for.

Have I already found it?
Will I realize too late?
My ineptitude leaves me destitute of vision.

I will continue.
When the time comes,
my desolate feeling will diminish,
and I will flourish.