I’m standing alone on steps. The night is pitch black, so black that even a star can’t be seen. What is the sky trying to shield, what is it trying to hide? Doesn’t it know that I need light, that I need to see where I’m headed to?
My shadow stands tall, like the tree next to me. This tree has lived longer though, it has lived through many storms and hurricanes, it has so many leaves, branches that stretch far.
Against the pitch black sky, this green tree stands tall next to me, as if it were protecting me, letting me know I’m not alone. I have found a companion on this empty street. I have found a shield to protect me tonight.
I walk down the steps and walk toward her car…who is going to protect me now?