Silhouette stumbling down the street.
On the line
between giving up and giving her last.
It’s dark out as she walks home.
The home she’s longed to return to for so long.
It’s dark and there’s no light.
Silhouette stumbles on,
blown by the wind through the streets of town.
She’s going home tonight,
but not really.
Finally she sees the light to lead her home.
No longer stumbling
she runs to the light with hope.
The light comes at her too,
whistles loudly and for the first time in forever, she laughs.
The light is coming to fast to stop,
she doesn’t care.
She runs to it and as she hugs it, for the first time,
she doesn’t feel pain.
The light breaks her to red dust and sets her free.
“Why didn’t she come home?” they ask.
What they don’t know is that she did.