The Midnight of the Soul

The midnight of the soul
blank words slip out of mouths
devoid of meaning behind them

A soft voice whispers in the darkness
to the very demons which have plagued it.
"This is not me. This isnt who I am."

An echo in response.
"What do you mean?"
A puzzled look of ignorance rises up in challenge

So feet ran at full speed
Heart racing with sleep deprivating anxiety
Feet pounding, leading themselves towards new life, a light

The feet stop their frantic pace
Eyes look around in pleased bewilderment
The soft voice dies off with a smile on its lips

Dawn has broken