The Beginning of the Final Battle
As I gaze out of the pit I see light…glorious, marvelous light.
It hurts my eyes as the darkness has become my only companion for more days than I care to record. What does this mean? Could this really be the beginning of new life?
Dare I dream that this life that has consumed me will fade with the light of a new day?
I have battled the darkness for so long and forgotten the goal of the fight. I gave into the reality of my new existence; afraid to live, afraid to move, afraid that to hope for anything more would only bring death.
But here I stand, fearful that once again this is just a dream…that my mind has conjured up an alternate existence that will fade and crush me with its final blow…
Dare I believe??
Yet the peace I feel can only mean that God is on the move. Life is returning one breath at a time…I am starting to believe…I am starting to grow stronger…I am no longer afraid.
Each step leads me closer to the Light and the darkness is beginning to fade into a memory that will soon be cast into the sea of forgetfulness…oh how I long for that day…
The shadow in which I now stand is proof that Light is on the horizon…