A Small Pin Hole

It's like a heavy fog,
Thick like a blanket,
Dense like a chocolate cake,
Smothering.
Suffocating.

My voice is lost in the black,
Insignificantly hanging in the air.
There is no hope in this place,
No room for a spring flower to grow.
It is dark, cold, and lonely.

My only chance of redemption,
A small pin hole of light.
A glimmer of some sanity.
A road once covered in vines,
Now trimmed and inviting.

My feet resist,
but my heart soars.
Closer it gets,
Warmer and brighter.
A soft blanket of lilies.
A new breeze against my face.

But here I am stuck.
Like a chained guard dog.
Like a frightened heart.
Like someone in love,
confined to solitude.
Longing.
Yearning.