sometimes you feel like you’re stumbling
through the darkness
so you go running towards the sunset
with an endless stream of torches in your hands.
you run over plains and through forests.
you trod past a herd of horses you could never tame
and watch as cows shepherd their young
to a green patch of grass.
and sometimes you’re so busy looking down at the ground
that you can’t see you’re walking right into a tree
but your feet guide you when your mind can’t.
they let you place torch after torch
on the newly made path through the wilderness.
then you hit the water.
and you keep trying to place your torches
so others can find their way
but the water keeps knocking them out of your hands
and scattering the sticks into the cold sea around you.
you can’t stand back up.
your feet can’t climb the sandy slopes
like they could maneuver across
even if the torches are never-ending,
sometimes you just can’t place another.
so you climb out of the water.
you fly up into the sky, ready to see the mess
that you know you’ve made across the landscape.
but there is no mess.
you’re greeted by a trail of a thousand fallen stars
stretching out into the darkness
as they try to reach the distant horizon
and join their kin
in the night sky above.
they twinkle and shine and remind you
that you’ve made something out of your despair.
that your hope isn’t just forever running with no end in sight.
it’s placing torch after torch
so others don’t have to stumble through the darkness.
it’s looking back on your trail
and reminding yourself that you’ve made it this far.
you can’t pass the river, but your feet will guide you
to sturdy hills made of stone and dirt.
you will place more torches and light more stars.
and when you look back towards the horizon
after you finally run out of torches,
you’ll realize that your stars
are leading you right towards the sunrise.