The Light That Held My Hand

Through the dark holes

The nights filled with the eerie feel of overwhelming darkness
The mornings with  no light to see
You all were my light.

Through the tunnels with no paths
The labyrinths with the horrific corners
Even in the holeless holes
Your voices, however faint, did call out to me
Leading me home.

In the gross darkness that felled my being
You were the light that held my hand
Leading me back to me.

To the light that held my frail hands,
Merci Beacoup

©Zoe