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May 2020
Barely alive.
Lost on a mountain once known
Hunger fades as emotions become numb
This is it.
Not quite what was expected
Still a calm.
Accepting.
There is no way back,
No fight left.
Eyes close for what
Feels like the last time.
All grows silent.

Awaken.
Am I dead?
Everything is white.
Wait, is it only my eyes adjusting?
Recognizing the voice of birds,
A strange noise is heard
Somewhere in the distance.
Still confused,
Yet the sound is known.
Laughter.

But who could be out here
So far from everything familiar?
Am I hallucinating?
No.
The sound grows louder, closer
Someone is here.
How can this be?
Slowly rising to my feet
Drawing nearer to the source,
The way is lead beyond all control.

Frolicing.
A child runs through the fields
Giggling, she is being chased.
A mother closeley behind
Allowing her to stay just ahead.
As they draw closer,
I am still unnoticed
Then it happens.
Eyes lock with the elder of the two
Frozen in place.
Body knowing not how to react
To the vision at hand.

Face to Face,
No words exchanged.
All is said from a look alone
Feeling inside a warmth unexplained.
Knowing now I am not
Alone in this wilderness,
Seeing everything in eyes so deep
They begin to skip away.
Following suite.
Like it was supposed to be this way.
I have been found.
For Mellisa
Written by
Chris Morgan  33/M/Tennessee
(33/M/Tennessee)   
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