Passion of Life

I feel like a lost flower in the middle of a dark ally.
Hoping for nourishment beneath the concrete that I've pushed myself through.
How do I leave here without killing myself first?
How can I know what's beyond these heavy brick walls that block my sight but never my vision or---
Imaginations of a more purposeful existence?
How do I continue surviving?
Crying?
Hoping?
Digging?
Praying?
Will I ever be found?
Made to experience something more than what I am?
---A lost flower...