I came from a dark place.
The nights were cold while the sun shone, there was no escape.
I was trapped inside my self against all fate.
I often questioned my existence.
The purity of my soul, the will of no control, my heart insisted.
I searched for the unknown.
In the dry desert I stood with no drink but thirst, all alone.
I turned to the Creator and begged, ‘O Lord of the Heavens and Earth, I know you exist, guide me to the truth and show me the straight path.
I was headed for self-destruction in the city called Life.
Consumed I was by the falsehood and its wrath.
There lived a grain of hope.
It fed me when I was hungry.
Destitute I became,
I had no destination.