I’ve been waiting
Days      months      years,
Waiting for my knight
In that glistening armor
Atop that proud steed, ready
To rescue me and ride
Into the sunset

Each day the walls of insecurity
And expectations
That enclose me in my tower
Grow thicker,
Rise higher.
I can’t see the sun wake.

Each new day
Bears news of new disappointment
And the hole inside me grows
Into an expanse of emptiness.
For part of me knows
My knight will never come
He does not exist.

So why can’t I be my own champion?

I’m a shadow of my past self
Hiding in the darkness –the despair—
Of my soul.
But I see a crack in the barrier that surrounds me
The small patch of light that shines through
The wall is my beacon of hope—
A break in the enveloping darkness.

As hope grows
So does my strength and determination—
the true weapons—
That can break through
Even the thickest stone.
These walls will soon crumble
And I will emerge as
My own champion.