i know this stretch of highway well.

i’ve traveled this winding road.

the curves that lead to where darkness lives –

the no-outlets –

desperation…

 

i’ve been where you currently hide.

scratched my name on that same wall of sorrow.

imagined the comfort of care.

and even now, on that very ledge of contemplation –

with the wind of indifference suggesting you just let go –

become undone –

i know…

 

sometimes in life we find the journey too long between rests.

sometimes – too intense.

sometimes,

lonely.

but what we fail to realize,

is just how much strength we show when at our weakest.

it’s in those moments of complete despair,

those moments of uncertainty,

those moments of – fear,

that we offer up our most sincere us.

 

when everything that confines –

restricts –

disables –

is stripped away –

then,

and only then,

can we come to terms with what defines us.

and sometimes,

even when we wish it were not so,

we find ourselves holding hands with hope.

and as hard as we try –

despite the diligence of our no –

the perseverance of our will,

to not –

we care…

 

in that moment we understand the blessing.

in that perfect moment –

we appreciate the gift.

what feeling more complete than joy from pain –

smiles from tears –

accommodation of shelter –

when lost and oh so lonely –

abandoned (it seems) –

in the rain…