I went out at night. The dorm walls were suffocating me. The halls echoing with laughter and raucous voices. Grating on me.
Escape. I needed escape.
Out of the dorms I wandered.
Darkness behind the brick buildings. Lamplight glowing out of another world. Cold and still. The forest at my back, rising away into the darkness and the paths I knew so well at night. Asphalt beneath my feet.
A white stone there in the darkness. I reached out.
I knelt and began to draw. And draw. And draw. Words and shapes co mingling. A heart’s cry.
Coldness and night. But not alone. My Maker waiting with me, beside me, as I drew and returned each night to draw on the asphalt. My safe haven. My hope. I held onto it tightly, and my Maker held onto me.
In the darkness
I had hope