I never thought I'd make it back

Walking alone in the streets
A wanderer
A
Lost
Soul
Enveloped by the darkness
I became its victim


A cold, damp cell
Riddled with dirt
A consuming dark energy
I stood up all night
Not allowing myself to get sucked in

The next day
Rolling around
Chained to their mercy
A prisoner of the matrix
It's web spun around my core

So many eyes and faces
All scrutinising
Judging
Exerting their pain, failures and shortcomings onto me

I became like a toy
Wandering aimlessly
Living to please

It was only until later I learnt the true value of my worth
I  only wish I'd learnt sooner but everything happens in divine timing.