Before I Met You Poem by Abby Koning

Before I met you, I was
Lost
In a maze of vertical shadows
Better know as
Tree trunks,
Stumbling blindly, hand
Outstretched
Wondering which side of the tree
The moss frequents.

Dirt and my fingernails are one
From other escape attempts
Other searches
But from past, present, or future days
I do not know,
For time,
Forever and nonexistent
Is all the same
When you’re alone.

Yet I am here
So time must be also
Infinity is running out…
And I’ve passed that tree before.
The desperate undergrowth
Grasps at me
Trips me
And I fall
And decide not to get up.
I close my eyes

And in the
Darkness
A voice echoes clear
As crystal water
Rushing over cliffs
Of diamonds.
A wordless cry
Containing the promise
Of hope itself.
I open my eyes.

Now it’s to my feet
And down the path
That had eluded me before.
For, in your voice,
I looked past
Where I was
To where
I was meant to be.

Darkness recedes before
The unfamiliar curving
Of my lips and
The trees
Pull back their branches,
And I see you.
Not hands, but whole arms outstretched
Offering belonging
There, we met,
Both our lips and our hearts,
And I was lost no more.