Crescent

Darkness dampens the valley.

Deepening the different routes.

As if the abyss of hell itself—

Is anchored and pulling

The headlight’s glow wither within.

Overpowered—

By contagious darkness

I struggle–

Trying to push to the invisible end.

Your voice echoes—

Then the knots in my shoulders fade.

Your smile radiates through the vehicle.

Pulling me back to reality—filling it.

With new perspective

Hell seems to relinquish its hold

as the road starts to shine.

I spot the silver crescent in the sky.

Reflecting light forces it to cascade down to earth.

Guiding me through the dark valley.

Illuminating the new found hope I now hold.