Trough the fog

Lost in the realm of darkness...

...and not knowing which way to turn,
something inside me decided to stand up.

I took a step.
Then another.

Fear still held my hand,
whispering that I would never find the way out.
But my heart,
though wounded,
made me sense something that sadness had tried to erase.

Then, through the fog,
like a memory that never ceased to exist,
a silhouette appeared.

A white flash,
made of the same light
that one day entered through the window of my heart.

It waited.

I understood that emerging from the darkness
doesn't mean ceasing to feel it.