Compass

I am seeping through the cracks of my own mental demise,

There’s a candle flickering in the window, but it’s running out of light.

A little girl is broken, screaming from inside.

A storm brews

Lightning clashes in the sky

Rain beats upon the windows, rattling the panes,

The twisting shadows dimming out the light.

She screams, something breaks inside.

Twisting, gnashing, gnarling, she cries.

Help me,

There’s a flood, drowning. Something strikes the skies.

Light, bright, blinding beautiful.

Hope.

Get up, Child.

She screams, thrashing, clashing ripping away from the talons anchoring her down.

The sun is forming in the horizon, dragging the darkness off the ground.

She climbs out of the ruins, her heart no longer flooded by tears.

Her home lay in ruins, all the wasted years…

She looks at the horizon, eyes brimming with tears.

A gentle breeze playfully tickles her face.

It calls to her so sweetly,

With her first trembling step, everything falls into place.

Home.

I am finding my way home.