There was a moment on my path
where things got dark, darker, darkest.
I looked up to the sky and wondered
when the clouds would pass.
I laboured on, despite the shadows
that loomed over the ground,
making the trees that lined the path
look impossibly tall. I walked on,
believing that I had to do
everything by myself, that I
was the only one I could count on.
Over time, things got a little easier
but I was lonely at night,
when the stars came out
to tell me their stories,
dancing across the sky
in an ethereal ballet,
I wished that I had someone
to watch the beauty with,
someone to take in the light
and let it shine out of ourselves.
Still, I trudge onward, knowing that
there was more to life than
shadows and misery. I knew
that there was joy and happiness
and brightness if only I took the time
to look around me to see it.
I walked on, my feet ripped up by stone
and glass, still determined to walk forward
instead of going backward. I just knew
that there had to be something better.
I fought on, my body scarred
and my spirit broken but healing.
I was picking up pieces of
the chalice that had fallen out of me.
I felt like I was following a path
of crumbs, like Hanzel and Gretel,
fleeing from the dark forest towards safety.
I walked on, and began to see
a light that grew brighter with each step.
Slowly, the dark clouds and the shadow trees
fell away until there was only light.
Standing in the middle of the light was you.
You held out the last piece of the chalice
and in your grasp, it looked like a diamond.
“This is yours.”
You said. I took it and felt it
slide back into my body.
You looked at me and reached out
your hand for mine.
“Come and walk with me.”
You said. I nodded and you took my hand.
We walked on and, after a while,
you noticed my feet. You bade me to sit
and you washed them and bandaged them.
“I’ll take care of you.”
You said to me.
We walked a little further, and the
the skies becoming brighter with each step,
I tripped and almost fell
but you held tightly to my hand and said:
“I’ll support you.”
We passed by a brook, it’s surface
like liquid glass. I could see myself
in the waters surface and turned away,
unwilling to look at all the scars
and lacerations upon my body,
marks of what I had been through
and what I had survived.
but you took my face in yours
and looked into my eyes.
“I love all of you.”
A hush fell over the land and a
soft breeze ran through the grass
making it whisper. As night came on,
we could see the stars above us.
“And I love all of you.”
I looked to our clasped hands
and saw that a light, brighter than the moon,
shone out of them. It flew up
to the night sky and as it did,
it broke into pieces of softest light
that looked like diamonds against
the inky blackness of the sky.
As we looked up to the skies,
to the ballet of constellations
that was taking place,
I pulled you closer,
and watched as the tattoo of our hearts
was matched by the pulsing of the stars
in the sky.