“And when I crashed into your arms,
I knew I’d made it.
I was home again.”
I traveled so far away from home, that I forgot to leave breadcrumbs to find my way back. And I suppose that’s when the helplessness seeped in. That’s when I realized I’d lost my way. I’d lost my home. Out there, in that wilderness, I was lost. Alone. Afraid.
It pulled me deeper into the darkness like a perpetual night without stars or the moon to illuminate my way. But my heart was still filled with love. So I kept holding on. I kept my grip on to hope. And I refused to give up. Admitting defeat wasn’t an option. Accepting that I would never see you again. And I knew, that one day, I would find my way back to you.
After what felt like forever, dawn broke over that horizon and I saw the sun hit your face. My body, cold from the elements, exhausted beyond measure, warmed at the first glimpse of you. I held on for my life, and I found my way back home. I found you. And when I crashed into your arms, I knew I’d made it. I was home again. I vowed to never leave your embrace. I would stay in your arms forever. And I would die happy.
© Sarah Doughty
A little hope can go a long way.
Never give up.