Under a shining sun

I sit here quietly in the dark,

My hands behind me.

The light, I remember

Bright and powerful

It took me a moment

To realize they were here for me.

My memories are few

Hands grabbing, pulling me.

I found myself

Scared and shaky

Now, here, alone,

In a dark space

I wait for the unknown

The fear is real.

I take a deep breath

To settle myself

And memories

Come flooding ...