The Labyrinth

She wanders aimlessly among the labyrinth of her hell. Lost in her thoughts, she dwells on what life she wished to have had. A dream that withered up like flowers in the sun. A dream that once held such hope, but in the end abruptly turned into a nightmare. Day by day, she slowly loses control. There are nights when she just wants to scream and attack the fiends and demons that haunt the shadows. She claws at the dark creatures that torture her mind so. Pleading for mercy, she falls to her knees, madness overtaking her. Deep within her, a single piece of her mind, what she thought she had given up on so long ago: a sliver of hope. She tries to get up, but it is a though her body has already given up. She wishes that this is all just a bad dream, a nightmare, but she knows its not. She lies there, day after day, tortured. With nowhere to go, no one to turn to, she just wants to give up and die. But hope whispers one more try. With renewed strength, she pulls herself up, even as the demons try to hold her under. As she begins to walk confidently, each shadow, demon, nightmare starts to fade away. Darkness turns to light, and a gentle breeze plays with her hair. She walks towards a place she never thought she would see. At the end of her hellish labyrinth, she spreads her wings and flies.