Sometimes I travel too far along one set of tracks

When I look back I see that the distance is too great to venture home

So, I continue onward

I am lost and alone, waiting for the will to turn around

Up ahead, just below the rising sun, a familiar figure begins to appear

Overcome with a strong reluctance to face the approaching shadow, I run

It is an act of ignorance and humiliation

I am running fast towards nothing and away from everything

As I grow weak the figure begins to lessen the distance between us

The wind howls and yanks at my hair, pulling me in every direction

The surrounding world fades and the light grows dim as I fall towards an unforgiving fate

At the moment before I am lost forever the figure appears at my side

No longer falling, all at once I feel the shelter I crave

When at last I look up I know that it will be you standing there

Holding me and protecting every ounce of life i have left with every ounce of love you possess

* A poem for the woman who has saved me countless times and to who I owe everything.