I beckoned you to come near, but my way didn’t look like what you wanted. The lights of the night drew you in, Pulling you into dark corners. I waited. You searched for acceptance in people with empty promises and hollow souls. You longed for love, not realizing it was mine you needed all along. I waited. You turned toward me in moments in need, in fear but each time, you pulled back thinking the distance was too great to cross. I waited. The end of your rope seemed to get longer. Still, I waited. Your choices led to pain. Things once whole began to fall apart. What you held onto slipped through your hands. I was there. I waited. Then, gently, I opened your eyes to what you had been chasing And your heart to what had been chasing you all along. And when you finally stopped running There I was, exactly where I had always been. Waiting.
Arise from the past. Adhere to the present. Await the future.