Darkness to Light

Darkness surrounds me. Where do I go in this pitiful darkness as black as ink?
It is endless in every way, no light in sight all alone and scared no place to turn.
Yet I can hear faint sounds in the distance, so far but yet so close.
I wonder if these sounds are inside me, down in a deep crevice of my soul,
Where the light is fading each and every moment.
I run and run and run in the direction not knowing what I will find,
Hoping and praying that the darkness will not overcome me.
With the strength of my fading hope I just run.
But the voices are just the same, so far, yet so close.
I just stopped and looked around nothing but darkness,
I needed help but no one was there,
They have all gone away into the land of light and beautiful sounds.
Those must be the sounds I was trying so desperately to hear.
So I sat down and thought for a moment or maybe it was years
but then I suddenly realized that no matter how far or how fast I ran I would never get there.
Searching is all I did for what seemed like years into the depths of my soul
I realized that I could not make it out of this dark place on my own.
So I did something I would not normally do I reached behind me to find my pack,
Which had the only light source I had ever owned, it was a book.
This book's light had grown dim as had my spirit and hope.
Though it was dim, it made me feel renewed just by holding it.
And I prayed like have never prayed before
suddenly there was a growling sound coming from the pit of my spirit.
This growling sound was trying to kill the last bit of hope I ever had.
But I just kept praying and as I was praying,
then suddenly I realized that the book was brighter and so was my soul then it had ever been before.
The sounds in the distance that I was hearing earlier were now songs of praise,
Which was almost hypnotically beautiful.
I noticed a man in the crowd as the light go brighter.
This man asked me to come to him, when I did my soul was bursting through skin,
I looked like an angel who had just gotten it wings.
He told me that he forgave me from the sin I lived in,
The sin of hopelessness and doubt that I would never see the light of day again.
So I cried and rested my head on the knee of the man who saved me as I feel fast asleep.