Pilgrimage

A youth lost 
standing across someone,
and fading into the background.
A voice lost
Screaming inside,
and making no sound.
A spine bent
little by little,
losing my own ground.
A spirit broken,
trying to break free
and forced to remain bound.

A rising anew,
treading carefully,
inching my way around.
A hope rekindled,
a letting loose,
a spring being unwound.
A soul unleashed,
a wild abandon, 
a spirit finally renounced.