Wishful thinking.
Hopes.
Waiting.
Love.
Four hours of staring at the screen.
Eyes, stark and wide opened.
No relief from the waves of pain.
Just burial and forced ignorance.
Tears and strength fight for the upper hand.
No winner as of yet.
Morning approaches;
Refusal to acknowledge the sun,
Spurs my quest of wakefulness.
Never have I fought so hard.
Never have I driven this far.
Never have I pushed for, that long.
Never have I striven on too carefully.
Except for now.
I have arrived at a spot, where the road is too narrow for a u-turn; and all I see ahead is a curved and winding lane. I will take it, wherever it goes. I will walk, when the oil runs dry. I will run, arms held high, and heart open. I won't back down, or turn back. I said "yes." And yes, it is; and yes, it will ever be.
