I remember it like it was yesterday. Magic was flowing through the air, the sky was bright, and the village was happy. Then the darkness came and there was only a few people in all of the kingdoms who could protect us. I lived in a small village on the outskirts of our kingdom we were the last people that anyone would protect. On the day that the darkness came for us we were blessed with a hero to protect us. They were passing into our kingdom and we could see the light shining through in the Darkness pushing it away until the sky was glowing blue in the night with magic vanquishing the darkness. The people were happy and laughing. But not me. The light killed my mother, the light killed my best friend, the light stole my happiness. The so-called hero didn't care who died as long as the darkness was vanquished. We lost people in our village who were normal and had shown no signs of Darkness infecting them. If only the hero had healed them instead of vanquishing them. A hero who only cares about fame and doesn't think of consequences. It wasn't just me, I wasn't the only one who found nightmares and loss from the light. Stepping into the darkness was the only choice I had to save those who couldn't be saved by the Light.

Do you know the story of David? Usually when this question is ask the story of David and Goliath is brought up. How, against all odds David slayed the giant and saved his people. People remember him as a hero. For me, this is a big encouragement. If you delve deeper into the Bible you would find that David was an incredibly selfish King who saw his best friends wife bathing and wanted her for himself. He sent his friend into battle hoping for his death because of his lust. Yet, we all remember David as a hero. This just shows me that focusing on the positive is important. I also want to be remembered for my good deeds and not my sins.

There's something about change that makes me want to scream. Why can't things go back to the way they were before? I was happy, I was young, I had no worries. Life happened, change happened and now I'm like this. The world can be cold and dark and lonely and all it takes is one mistake for everything to crumble.

I'm trapped in the past.

Hoping each day won't be my last.

Who I was before,

I am not anymore.

The darkness creeps in,

I learned and sinned.

I thought I knew,

But now I don't know who.

Who am I?

Years ago I would cry,

If I just knew what life would be like now I would have chosen to die.