I hear the voices calling to me.
Through the deepening shadows.
Through the pouring rain.
Through the ever-thickening dark.
I listen to them screaming in my ears.
Causing my blood to boil
And my nerves scream in pain.
I hopelessly look towards the dark sky.
Seeing nothing but blackness for miles and miles.
If only a single, shining star
Would appear before my eyes.
I think I might survive.
But, alas, as I stare up into the deep, blackened night…
I feel my hope begin to drain.
But, suddenly, as I start to slink away,
Into the shadows of the night,
I feel a tug, in the back of my mind,
To take a look, just one last time.
But, when I do, there is nothing there.
Yet, as I start to look away,
A wind blows through the trees,
And a cloud moves just enough,
That I see a single, shining star.
And as I stare, amazed
I can feel my hope returning.
Because now I know,
I will find my way through this dark.