The pain was like a sharp cold blade that went missing and was left forgotten. Left buried underneath the snow for months and then finally being picked up by someone new. Over used in power and then thrown in to the pits of the screams and panic of the shadows. Made to kill what we need the most but yet avoid it. But oh how silly they were to think they could kill. To think at the most. To think they could destroy at pace. A home. Something we've all come to known. It's something that attacks us all but we never overcome. It's keeps us in the cave. It's always there. Even if it's at the back of our minds. But sometimes you do forget that it's there. It starts to get warm. You start to realize that maybe it's not there anymore. That's when you start to see the light. All you can think about is how you want to wipe the tears away from their eyes when they start to cry. How you want to hold them when There's a storm outside, it's night, and the power runs out. Even though it hasn't in their eyes. They guide you through the dark. It starts to feel like summer. But you begin to miss the rain. You embrace the warmth around you that you haven't felt in so long. You look straight in to the sun. It blinds you. You can no longer see. But you let it guide you back in to the dark.