Dark…

Helpless thoughts run through my head, memories of pain and hardship that tore me apart on the inside as if I was dead and ready for the taking. Cold blood travels through my veins. I’m dead inside, nobody cares. Nobody sees me, nobody hears. The blood stays cold… Loneliness grips my heart accompanied by her sister, sadness. They watch me, tilting their heads to the side, saying how they will help me, but they never reach out their hands to help me; they never warm my blood. They simply watch without seeing and hear without listening. They pretend but don’t care. Why do I feel like this? How did I become this sad, helpless person?

A voice…

Loneliness looks behind her, an expression of fear on her face. I watch, confused. What’s happening? Why are they scared? Sadness joins her sister and they converse in quiet, talking quickly, panicked. I hear something, someone. They’re calling my name. But who is it? Why can’t I see them? Can they hear me? I call to them, hold out my hands, long to feel their flesh against mine.

Light…

Yes, relief. This feeling overwhelms me, cradles me within the dark. There is a tiny light so far away I don’t think I’ll ever make it. But somehow I am pushed forward by that voice, wandering blindly in the shadows doing something I haven’t done in forever. Trusting. I hold out my hands and the voice takes them, pulling me closer and closer to the light. It pours over my face and into my soul, warming my blood. You are there, watching me, a smile on your face. You speak. It’s your voice I heard. Yes, I knew that. I don’t know you well, but you know me and you want to help me. I hold out my hands to you again, handing you my trust. Don’t betray me. You won’t. I know you won’t. I trust you. You lead me to the light…