It feels like I’m drifting.

Flying through time and space

in a place where everyone

I’ve ever known has disappeared.

Pieces of myself have been left far behind,

somewhere deep in the past,

with no idea what’s going on

or where the other half of me went.

That part of me is gone.

The rest of me is here,

standing silent in a world

that is so unfamiliar.

I’m oblivious to the

things that surround me.

I focus on the sky above.

On the brightness of the

place that I’m in.

The light is so blinding,  

all I see is white.

A memory comes to mind.

Being a child and playing

joyfully in the snow.

I’m surrounded by the bitter cold,

but safely held in the warm

gaze of my mother’s eyes.

The scene presented to me

reminds me of this memory.

It’s so cold yet it’s beautiful

and welcoming.

My focus returns to

what is placed before me.

There is no one here.

Not a single soul to greet me

and bring me into comforting arms.

I’m alone in this place,

and have no idea what to do

or where to go.

I begin to run.

I run into the light that shines

so brightly overhead.

It looks so safe.

I need to get there and then I’ll be free.

It’s starting to feel more familiar.

I feel as if my body and mind

are being released of tension and fear,

and I’m becoming whole again.

I get to the light and I feel it.

I’m safe.

I’m home.