Tossed about in the storms of life,

I wasn’t sure if I would survive.

The waves would hit me with their large swells.

The flame of my trauma is where I dwelled.

I would soon find a lighthouse that would hear my cries for help,

She could see how much my demons had me bound in their kelp.

The work is painful and many tears I have shed.

As I work to change the damage inside my head.

A lighthouse I was looking for, I did find.

Because her light would shine brightly and a new life would be mine.

My reality was changing, and I’ve begun to cheer.

Because my lighthouse guided me from there to here.

-Dana Landrum-Arnold

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