Out of the maze

The only ones I can now trust
to get to save my very life
from the pits of hell and their lust
are the words that these fingers drive.

My heart must know that this hand,
as it draws rhyme and line,
trusts things can grow to be fine
for all it cares to understand.

The days might be dark,
but with the prayer of each verse
I shall live through best and worst
igniting the brightest spark.

15/10/2017