November 6, 2022 / 1 Minute Read

the lights

I was dead.

I was alone.

I was lost.

There were no street lights.

No houses.

Just pure.

Unadulterated.

Darkness.

Where am I?

I shouldn’t have been out in the first place.

I stared at the empty bottle on the passenger seat.

Why can’t I just stay in the house?

I had turned driving into an escape.

A source of freedom.

But now…

It became the exact thing I was trying to escape from.

My prison.

I could call mom.

But I couldn’t.

I’m tired of asking for help.

I’m tired of her saving me.

I’m tired of failing.

So i just sat there.

Waiting.

Always waiting.

But never doing.

Always busy.

But never making progress.

Always driving.

But never going anywhere.

It began to rain.

Both from the sky, and my eyes.

A bolt of lightning flashed in the distance.

And suddenly…

I remembered.

I closed my eyes…

And I prayed.

I prayed that He would take my burden.

The fear.

The pain.

The suffering.

I prayed that he would make me strong.

And finally…

I prayed that He would save me.

It was silent.

But it wasn’t dark anymore.

A Light appeared.

No, not just a light.

Two...

Headlights.

A blue pickup truck pulled beside me.

There were sheep in the back.

The dark man rolled down his window.

“Need a jump?”