I recently found myself broken and shattered, not knowing what to do with the pieces scattered across the hardwood floor. Into darkness I plunged. I continued to fall unable to reach out to grab the arms of those who cared most about me. They remained blind to my naked eye. In the darkness, the difference between of eyes closed or open was zero, there was no way of telling. A split flash of a bright orange lit the darkness. I remembered how I slipped. Betrayals of friends and the dis loyalties of others built up and broke through my damn. The orange flash passed again, more luminous than before. Putting together the pieces of the story proved as challenging as putting the actual puzzle together. Continuing the light flashes longer and brighter than the last. I follow the light, and my senses come to. In front of me a hand reaches out. I hesitate. Thinking through I reach, and fingers touched, followed by gripping wrists. Pulled through I notice the face of my savior, an old friend. Someone I thought that I had lost and left behind in foolish chases of new, a friend still here helping me when needed the most. A burst of light in my once darkened mind, a re-birth, created from the broken-shattered pieces of what I once was.
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