Coming Home...

It was a long way home. No street lamps to light the barren road. The darkness was disturbing that even the night creatures were hiding in the safety of their sanctuaries. And yet, here I am alone walking in the night. The only light that helped me on this journey was that of the moon almost hidden by the clouds. The silence was deafening specially in this eerie night.

I searched my pen inside my pocket and held it like it was from another hand. I felt at ease by the time I felt it on my fingertips. Why of all nights this has to be very dark. I’m all alone on my way home and yet fate seemed to have picked this night in particular to play tricks on me.

I held my pen tightly this time, so tight that it might break apart. I wrapped my other hand on my body, wishing for someone to walk the night with me. But I was alone and the only companions available were darkness and silence.

I held my ground and told myself that it’s going to be alright. This is but an obstacle; a test that if I quit now I would never see the prize waiting at the end of the road. So I kept walking, never counting each step because if I did I’ll only grow impatient and quit entirely. I kept my pace, walking not too fast nor too slow but rather silently motivating myself to keep moving and enjoy the stillness of the night.

The wind blew and I quivered. It was getting colder and yet the road seemed not to end. Where’s the turn that would lead me home? It should have been here. I couldn’t have missed it! Then I realized I wasn’t really paying attention to the road. I was too occupied to other things like the stillness and the mysteriousness of the night that I forgot about the road. So I stopped and looked around straining my eyes locating any familiar things that would tell me I wasn’t lost.

The night’s getting deeper and the wind’s getting colder choking me as my eyes blinked away the tears. The turn must be here somewhere. I couldn’t be lost. So I closed my eyes and breathed a lung-full of air praying at the same time that when I opened them, something powerful would point me to the direction I’m heading on. Indeed, a miracle unexpected in this lonely journey presented itself to me. Just like the kings guided by the light of one star, a light shone not too bright but enough to steal my attention and there it was - the turn!

And I’m coming home…