It is my joy, as a parent, to offer Bethany's poem. She rarely shares her personal writing, so I am honored that she has chosen to share this poem, not only with me, but with my friends on Authorsden as well.
I was running
I knew not my destination
Only a fear of what was behind me
Made me press on.
When I looked forward there was darkness,
But when I failed to keep running
Destruction and pain flooded my eyes.
I grew weary, my body felt as though
I could run no more, yet my feet
I was chocking on tears,
I was sweating blood.
I cried out for help,
And no one came to my aid
I was lost yet not forsaken
I was broken but still loved.
My heart felt as though it would burst
And my body was falling apart.
I heard a Voice in the distance.
I couldn’t make out the words
But it sounded safe, so I kept
Moving towards it.
I felt hands behind me
Grabbing at my soul—trying
To take possession of what they
Seemed to think was theirs.
There were claws on my skin.
The pain was nothing compared
To the screaming in my head.
Far ahead there was a light.
And I knew that this must be where
The Voice was coming from
As it appeared to be growing louder.
The darkness behind me seemed
To fear the Voice, for it began screaming.
The noise was almost unbearable
Never in my life had I heard anything
I could now see my surroundings
For the light was growing brighter.
I was in a forest, there were trees and vines.
They flew by me as I continued
To run toward the light.
The Voice had become clear by now.
It was asking me—no begging me,
To press on.
Everytime it spoke, I could feel
The anger in the darkness.
I saw in front of me a single hand
Reaching through the light.
It was amazingly bright,
Therefore I could see no body
To which the hand belonged.
The darkness screamed at me
And told me not to take the hand.
I was terrified of both what was in front
Of me and behind.
But I felt a sense of mercy in the hand
Still outstretched to me.
A single tear rolled down my face
As I took hold of the hand.
And I immediately felt overcome
The darkness screamed.
It growled and thrashed in anger
Then it disappeared.
Soon I heard the cries of its next victim
I shuddered as I remembered the pain
And prayed for the next lost soul’s escape
Then I looked into the eyes of my Savior
And I knew I was finally home.