We Will Always Find Our Way

We venture forth

into the inky black

of the unknown—

hand in hand,

into a darkness so deep

we can’t always

see one another’s faces.

But the touch—

that gentle certainty—

remains.

Your hand in mine,

mine in yours.

A silent promise

threaded through

tense fingers

and quiet breath.

We are not alone.

Even when

complete blackness

wraps the world

and sight abandons us,

we do not falter.

We walk in unison,

blinded yet

bound by something

stronger than light:

faith.

Faith

that even adrift,

we will always

drift

toward the same shore.

That our steps,

though unsure,

are attuned

to the same places—

to the quiet gravity

of home.

We will always

find our way.

Home

is where

we are

together.

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