I’ve been reflecting back on the time when I couldn’t see anything…
I remember how dark it was… It was scary stumbling around in the dark.
I didn’t know what was bound to happen to me.
I looked forward to death taking me…
It was hard to believe in a future for me.
Then she appeared out of nowhere, giving me hope and a reason to live.
At just the right time, she was the embodiment of light…
The presence of an angel in disguise…
The clouds rolled away as she lit up the skies.
It seemed that even her foot prints gave light to me…
The path she paved, made a beautiful way for me.
It’s as if she had flown down from heaven and into the battlefield… Just for me.
I remember when I felt numb…
I was cold and could care less.
I had been rained on and all my friends had been long gone.
I didn’t really look forward to anything she had to bring to me.
I didn’t care about a prophecy.
I was told many times to confess and believe for the best, but I wouldn’t even speak…
I rejected what they told me.
To me, there was no help for me.
I just… I couldn’t believe.
I was so lost; I felt defeated…
Before my day would begin, I was already done…
Before I opened my eyes, I hated the sun.
I wandered the wilderness and I ate what I could to survive.
I guess I still had a little hunger to be alive…
I barely ate enough bread to get me through the night, though.
I couldn’t thrive… I was drunk on the tears I cried.
The edge of my sword; worn. My blade was so dull.
I couldn’t fight off or defeat any of my enemies…
All I could do was run for cover and hope that they didn’t pursue me.
But many times they did… They even set snares for me.
I would avoid some, but then others would scare me.
I would see them, freeze and think I’d never be free…
I didn’t see a way around the things my enemies had laid out for me.
I was terrified of everything… Anxiety got the best of me.
So much that I stalled… Then I stopped.
Then I found myself was running again.
I took a lot of risks…
They chased me so hard, in hopes to break me.
They wanted me to slip, stumble and fall so far that I couldn’t get back on my feet…
Then they would slay me.
It’d be the perfect opportunity.
But just when I thought all was lost…
The moment I wanted to let go and just die…
I was at the edge of the cliff, my enemies were coming for me.
At that moment, I wanted to jump off and end it all myself.
Then she swooped in with her beautiful wings; not allowing one dart from my enemies to graze me… But where did she really come from? Was she sent to me?
If so, who sent her for me and why?
Or did she come for me on her own?
I wonder though; are these questions that I need to be asking?
Or should I just be happy and grateful that she’s here and I’m alive?

To be continued…

Published by A Passionate Writer