A sharp thud pierced the nights silence and colors about me swirled into blackness.

I did not feel myself land on the surface where I had been standing.

Stammering across the darkened space, I reached for something to hold onto to gain an upright position. My skull splitting from stabbing pain, my eyes full of blood and tears. I squinted to see something any light to lead me out away from where I was so brutally cut down and to some place of solace.

Would I die here all alone?

No one would know what happened to me.

My child would never see me again or feel the touch of my protective hand upon his head. I had to find my way back to him.

 I could not let it end like this.

With my vision horribly obscured, I could not make out where I was, darkness was everywhere and seemed to permeate my soul. I felt a sense of urgency to retreat and to breakout all at once. I felt a calming notion that I would be okay if I could just find some light to guide me.

 I knew there was little time.

I closed my eyes and dreamed of the light that filled my heart as I first gazed upon my newborn son. From that spark a warming light built within me and enough energy to crawl forward grasping the surface with my fingers and pulling against it.

I thought of roaring firesides and the gentle touch of my beautiful lover, heard his tender words calling to me.

Please wake up.

 Please come back. 

We need you. 

I can’t live without you.

-M. Jacobs