And just like that
from the darkest ashes…
a spark.
A flicker.
The shining opalescence of a translucent thread in the dark…
See, there was this movie I remember from when I was little, watching it in the living room of my grandparents’ house, a little girl following the shining light beaming out of a ring.
She couldn’t turn back or the light would fade; only going forward could she see the way, even if it was scary goblin-filled.
And I see it in the forward now.
Maybe I’d been looking behind too long,
trying to make sense of the breadcrumbs that brought me here.
But there is only forward,
even if it seems like it can’t possibly be the way.
They do say the only way out, is
through.
How exciting, that I get to create the map of the journey back to me.
Again and again and again.