In the beginning .

There was black walls around me .

Dark and scared .

Alone .

Weeks had passed .

Months even .

Time had seemed to stand still .

It had been so long that I'd forgotten what daylight looked like .

I had to forget to live .

Forget my family .

Forget my friends .

Forget that I had a voice that I can use .

But I am no longer the person I was before .

I may not talk .

But I can move .

The closed in room became a large canvas .

Colour ran down the wall .

For a brief second .

I forgot that I was alone .

I forgot who I was and what I meant to the world .

All that I knew was .

There is hope .

I was hope.