Unsuitably Wise

i recalled something today.

something of a memory.

i was told that i was wise..

wise, when i was 14 years old.

when these thoughts ran through my world, i felt a spark,
of hope, strength, joy, and the slightest touch of freedom.

and when i did,

the door opened slightly.

it lasted for only a moment in the torture of my eternity

but it gave me hope.

if i can fight the darkness, fight away all the negative observations of myself,
maybe one day i can escape this place.