Mourning’s End

There’s a Light Within

“You will not find me in the corner sitting in that hard chair, staring through the window, praying for the sun to shine on me.”

I am not where I was. This grim prison is no longer my home. Its dark walls do not hem me in. I do not suffer each day behind its bars. You will not find me in the corner sitting in that hard chair, staring through the window, praying for the sun to shine on me, to light up my life and not leave me cold and dark-hearted. I did not renew the lease. I simply couldn’t afford it. The rent asked too much…