I'm running. It's dark.

No matter how hard I try to see clearly, the world around is blurry. People throw up shields and blankets of lies to cover their flaws and personality traits. I can't see what's happening in the world around me. I am naive, like a lamb led to the slaughter. I try to conceive what is going on but end up becoming misinformed and lose track of life around.

It's moving fast, too fast. I am constantly going somewhere, some places look familiar and similar but they all have subtle differences. The stained walls, covered in blood, the dark hole that appears seemingly from nowhere. I feel like I've run this race a hundred times before. Yet, I continue driven by an unseen hand. Finally, after running for what appears to be five whole years, I begin to see a light, a point of reference in the distance. The darkness begins to become less important as I am filled with hope. The light is far away, a single beam travelling through years of darkness. There are many years of dark left to run through but the light fills me with joy and peace.
I have hope.