Dear Fellow Traveler
I never tell you this. But when I'm alone, I become afraid. I fear what my mind will cast upon me. Flashbacks of what war was like filter through my brain. Vivid images of body parts and blood covering the ground. Unsure whether it was mine, or somebody else's.
But then you come along. And rescue me from the dark forces clouding my conscious. Like an experienced traveler, you come and you go. Taking my fears away once you do leave. I'm able to see again. But then a sore spot begins to form on my heart, for your bright presence is gone.
Dear fellow traveler, under the moon. I saw you standing in the midst of my shadows. Your eyes were so blue, as if the oceans and skies collided to create such a stunning color. You put your hand out and opened the door to a world I no longer recognized. All I knew and understood was war. The constant chaos and rapid fire of guns dangerously close. I hesitated, reluctant to go. You must've seen it in my eyes. So you smiled and said, "Come with me, I want to show you something more."
You spoke my language and touched my shoulder, my hands. Unafraid to show me comfort and kindness. It wasn't difficult to pull me from myself again. And in our travels, we found our roads. But we never strayed too far from one another. For it became painfully clear that we needed each other. You were like the little brother I never had, maybe even a son. You gave me joy when I couldn't find it on my own. You made me smile when I felt like brooding. You made me laugh when I felt like yelling.
You can make me do so many things, my dear traveler. Things I never even knew I was capable of doing until you taught me how again. My scars are no longer apart of me. The demons that used to haunt me have fled. I feel free, thanks to you. And there is nothing in this world that could suffice to repay you. Of course, you'd say different. Your big heart just happy to help in any way you could.
Dear fellow traveler, under the moon. I think I'm growing weary and I'm hoping you'll come soon. Tonight my mind betrayed me. The lightning and rumbling thunder outside my window do little to shake me from the deep, dark depths. As I watch the rain fall, I couldn't help but feel like a caged animal. Being forced to endure the subjected torture. Tears begin to brim my eyes. I pinch my eyes closed, willing the storm of emotions to go away.
And then you're there. A bright light that pierces the darkness. You immediately wash away the storm. My black skies change to your brilliant blue. You hold me as I cry in pain and in relief. I feel safe in your arms. You softly whisper comfort to me. Letting me know you're there and never leaving my side.
And I returned to my beautiful city. Peaceful and familiar. The twinkling lights of night drawing my attention from my fears. Slowly, my world turns around again. Your warm, bright light still wraps around me like a child's security blanket. With each steady beat of your heart, I feel myself relax into your embrace. Until my eyes drift closed and I couldn't help but dream of you, my dear fellow traveler. Because I know your out there, in the midst. Ready to defend me against the shadows.