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.