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The hand of my Mentor
As I fell through the dark
A never ending tunnel
Filled with spiraling darkness
And the memories on the wall
Of the pain that I’d felt
And the people
Who walked out of my life
After knocking me down
As if I were an object
That had no value
A broken toy
They threw away
And the faces encircled me
Stealing my sanity
A hand reached down
And stopped me
Dead in my tracks
Not knowing where I was
Or just how I had gotten there
I found myself trapped
In the dark
In my adolescence
Filled with antidepressants
And my purity was gone
And I felt worthless
I felt empty
Like the relationships
That I thought I once had
That had dropped me
But this hand
I didn’t know
And I didn’t trust
Scared me
And comforted me
Someone I didn’t trust
Pulled me back
Through all the darkness
And the pain
Someone that saw something
That I never would have seen
Had they not kept telling me
Encouraging me
Telling me
I had potential
That I just had to use it
And I was destined for great
And I didn’t believe it
But the words echoed
Like my mind was a cave
And the words encircled me
And how the good and evil
Soon became apparent
Focusing on the hate in my life
Before seeing all the love
And I gained the courage
And learned to trust
This person
Who reached after me
That saw the pain
And I revealed the past
That they’d drug me out of
And returned me to the real world
With my feet on solid ground
And I looked back to say
“Thank you”.
And it was too late.
He was gone.
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