Lost My Way

Lost My Way

I lost my way somewhere between years.

The path blurred, the signs fell quiet.

I walked with nothing but old faith,

and even that started to fade.

The night did not answer.

The moon hid behind itself.

But still I kept moving,

because stopping felt worse.

Then I saw a small light ahead,

a warmth that didn’t need to speak.

It was me, from long ago,

waiting patiently for my return.

I sat with that light until morning.

The road was still unclear,

but I was not lost anymore.

Only beginning again.