The Cave

I wander the dark forest caves alone the walls are sharp and the bats all have flown I sit in the stillness seeing how I have grown Thinking of youth and how the winds have blown I traveled far, not how I planned, my seeds I have sown I am not where I want to be, but where I need to be It is not until the quiet darkness surrounds that I can see I am chained to my demons, I want to be set free Pain, anger, and fear make the chains of three Tugging and pulling, I look to my hands, I have the key I unlock fear with my inner most courage I throw away that chain which held me bondage I feel hope returning, now with less baggage Yet I must face these other two chains, my mind they ravage I look up to see the second key, inscribed is the word knowledge I learn from my past hurts, my agony, my pain I understand the source, I can feel a cleansing rain It was my part in the struggle that was driving me insane I can no longer blame others, or slice into their vein I look down, a pile of rust, that was the second chain Anger cinches tighter, has me by the throat I fight it with all my might, pulling me under, I'm hardly afloat This demon, a fiery spirit in the form of a horned goat Has a spell on me, It is laughing, what a vile gloat Then I see it, just let go, I don't have to go down with the boat My chains are gone, my demons have no hold The relief is intense, worth more than gold I stand tall and breathe, I've never felt so bold I have grown since I entered the cave, though I am not yet old I hope I can help someone, with this story I have told