My Light In The Distance

My Light In The Distance 

It was dark.

Cold.

Sweat trickled down my face.

I stumbled along a dark path,

Not knowing where to go…

Not knowing what to do.

I was lost.

In a dark place.

All alone.

Friends. 

Family.

Eighty percent gone.

In the good times, 

They seemed to be there.

Like the shadows,

They vanished in the dark times.

I was shivering with cold.

Where do I go?

What do I do?

I heard my name being called faintly,

Somewhere ahead.

There was a light, far away,

In the distance.

And when my name was called again,

It it seemed to get brighter.

I started to feel hopeful.

I ran towards the light, knowing now,

That my true love hadn’t forsaken me.

They were calling.

I knew that voice now.

Suddenly I felt hands shaking me,

A voice telling me to wake up.

I opened my eyes and squinted,

Looking around confusedly,

In a room filled with sunlight.

And there you was, smiling at me.

“Hey sleepyhead. Another nightmare?”

“Yes,” I said, breathing hard. “It was dark. And I felt really cold. Then I heard your voice and I felt so… relieved and happy. And hopeful.”

“Well you’re sweating like a pig.” You gave me a gentle kiss. “I made breakfast. Coming?”

“Sure!”

I got out of bed happily, glad it was just a mixture of my thoughts and a dream.

Glad I had you.

Glad you stayed with me.

Glad of everything.

Smiling, I got out of bed.

Whenever I heard your loving voice,

The dark seemed to fade.

Whenever I felt you close to me,

I was happy.

And whenever I saw the love in your eyes,

For me,

All for me…

I was free.

And no matter what might happen

Between you and I,

I would forever cherish you.

And always remember you as…

My lovely Star

My Ray of Sunshine,

My hopeful Light…

In The Distance.

Makala Thomas
  

The Cold…

The Cold…

I can see my breath when I’m outside. I can feel the cold tugging at my body, the air ruthless as it swirls around me.

Cars and buses go by and I am walking. People zip their coats and rub their hands, adjust their hats and scarves, walking past me, in a hurry to reach their destination.

I need to get home. It’s so cold. I can’t think straight it’s so cold. If my complexion was lighter I would probably be blue.

Home.

I can’t help but smile as I think of home. First things first, I will have a hot cup of tea. Or chocolate. Or coffee? No. I hate coffee. Anything hot. Soup?

YES.

Soup is the answer. With buttered toast. Mmm. That should rid my body of the bitter cold. This cold I can’t handle.

I’m finally home. I fumble with stiff fingers and open the door. The scent of cooked food hits me, the blast of warmth embraces me like an old friend.

I know it wasn’t me who cooked or put on the heating. It must be…

My heart races as I close the door and run upstairs to him, in the kitchen. He opens his arms and I fall into them, whispering how much I missed him.

He replies in a soft murmur that the food isn’t ready yet. I smile and reply we need to kill our time.

His dark eyes sparkle like black ice cubes as he lowers his mouth to mine in a soft kiss, and I lead him out of the kitchen, up more stairs… Into the bedroom.

I wonder why I was so worried about the cold. Right now? Now?

It’s THE HEAT that’s going to kill me.

Makala Thomas (MV, Miss Kelz)

Twitter @MissKelz90