The Light

She walked alone through the silent streets.  She was not in a hurry-there was nowhere for her to be.  She gazed at the houses with their merry lights-she thought maybe they would spark something inside her.  She felt nothing.  Even the cold of the night did nothing to move her inside.

She had done all she could-she tried-really tried.  She thought that fences could be mended-that she could forget the past and maybe they could too.  A few nights ago she found out many truths.  A memory was destroyed; something sacred to her.  It toppled like the tower in those tarot cards she always played with.   She was so tired-mentally-emotionally. 

The fog was starting to creep in.  The streets were not as friendly anymore.  The house lights in all their bright colors were dimmed with the fog.  She wrapped her light coat tighter about her body.  She should have worn a heavier one.  Still, she walked on.  There was no place for her to go.  What used to be a safe haven has now the feel of a tomb.  Belief has been slowly dying inside her.  A few nights ago, it took its last breath-without fanfare-it just-disappeared.  Since then she has been a walking zombie.  No feelings.

In the distance she saw a bright light.  She ran towards it-a woman with a glimmer of hope.  Maybe-just maybe-a small miracle was going to happen.  She neared it and through the fog-the light bravely cut through the fog.  She stopped and stared as a small tear ran down her face.  It was only a street light-only a street light.

© 2010 24 dec/cb