To Myself

You believe what i see from the vintage point, the years stretching out before you like a long and winding road. I don’t want to scare you, but there is a forest just ahead. One so dense and dark, the sunlight won’t reach you for a while. You will wander lost, in this long, perilous night, not knowing if it will ever come to an end. But believe me, the light will find you again, and when it does, you will no longer be afraid of the dark.

Stop to catch your breath, soon, a jagged mountain of ice will rise before you. So steep it will make you want to turn back around. Don’t despair; the first foothold is always the most difficult and every inch you claim of that cold, hard precipice will only make you stronger. Before you know it the ground will level out beneath you, and you will look back to see you had conquered what you will look back to see you had conquered what you once thought impossible.

See that turn up ahead? That’s the place where love will meet you, with arms so warm it will melt away the winter in an instant. And then it will be summer for a very long time.