Salvation

She walked and walked down the road she thought was salvation

toward the ever expanding horizon where the light shone

It opened its arms and welcomed her home when her skin turned cold

The sun spread across her face, turning her eyes from stoic green to amber gold

and the warmth penetrated her skin and into her bloodstream filled her body

with the safety and comfort of the home she had once known

Her bare feet seemed to float above the pavement, but brandished the marks of each step

she had taken along the way as she searched for a savior in the lonely desert of her mind

The wind shaped her black hair around her face, brushing her shoulders lightly in the ebb and flow

of the unrelenting heat then cool offered as it passed over her in the yellow light.

Her knees bent to touch the hot, black pavement – on her right a white line stretched before her

into infinity as she gazed upon the endless horizon, the distant sights morphing in waves

as heat radiated from everything that surrounded her. She was fully alone, forsaken to endure

the vastness of this place and of her mind without any means of escape.

The clear yet cracked nails on her fingers resembled the cracks in the dirt that surrounded

everything. They scraped along the pavement, leaving but a subtle mark upon its surface

which would easily wash away – a mark, much like her own existence, which was 

but a small scratch on the surface that eclipsed her very being.

As she looked to the dancing, radiating heat that stretched in the continuum before her eyes

she saw everything that was and could be. She saw her own eyes and the meaning behind their gaze

the cracks and sores on her feet which bore the scars of her journey thus far 

the silken black hair which swayed in the breeze, caressing her neck and shoulders with the touch
of a love she had never known, and the cracks in her finger nails which proved that this had all

brought her to her hands and knees.

In all of this she saw defeat. And in defeat she saw redemption. And in redemption she found salvation. 

In salvation she found acceptance. And in acceptance she found the life beyond this that she had known 

as struggle and despair.

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