Inspiration

I've been shrouded in my own shadow not at all to take any follows,
My voice was doused by silence,
I was thought to be over with and thrown.
When I needed light,
dark only reached,
When I needed a leader,
and when I needed a prayer,
I've too far underestimated myself
and thought as if too inept.
But when someone walks into that
broken door of yours,
lightens up the dark,
and shortens your shadows,
that's when you know you found an inspiration.
When he walks in bright from dark,
Where your eyes squint, and your browns pull together
By your feet, and pulls by your hand,
for once, open your heart and take that hand..