Finding Your Way

The light is before me,

Though shadows surround my feet.

I step forward,

And it slowly drifts away.

The warmth where it once was

Lingers;

I brace myself

As the winter air assails me.

Snow falls from a forbidden land;

Teasing my senses.

I look out to the left

And see fires burning;

They seem strong–

Lasting hours,

But always fading in the end.

I look back to the light–

Slowly drifting,

But never wavering–

A steady, consistent hue.

I stumble in the shadows,

Grasping at the air for refuge.

My fingers meet metal;

My mouth tastes copper.

I am crawling towards illumination,

As blood drips from my tongue.

My vision is blurred,

My words are slurred,

But somehow it feels like home.