“I’m here. Is it not enough?”
She closed her eyes.
“Breathe in, breathe out. You got this.”, she told herself.
Barefooted, she felt the ground under her feet. Cold and rough. With her hair loose, she can feel the strong gust of wind around her, blowing strands of hair on her face.
“Hmm, storm.”, she thought.
She was still for a while as the lightning flashed before her. She knew it was close because the light illuminated through her eyelids. A few seconds after, she heard the expected loud thunder echoing above her. She inhaled and exhaled again and slowly opened her eyes.
There it was. She was standing on a path, but she cannot see what was ahead because of the thick fog surrounding her. She has nothing besides the dress she was wearing, a white dress that was ripped and stained.
“How far have I come?” she wondered.
She looked back and saw her own set of footsteps, the long winding road behind her, and the memories that still linger with every step. Still with her head, looking back, she closed her eyes again and immediately remembered everything – all the tears, the detours, the pain, the confusions, and the never-ending cycle of highs and lows.
“I’m holding you at this very moment. Please stop looking back. I’m here. Is it not enough?”
She heard the whisper again. As she opened her eyes, a tear fell from her left eye and she immediately wiped it with her hand. She turned her head and looked far away into the thick fog in front of her. Hours passed as she tried to see what’s ahead of her but, she cannot see a thing.
“I can’t do this. I’m all alone in this journey and I’m so tired already. I can’t take one more step.” She thought as tears start to fall from her eyes.
“I’m here. I’m beside you.”
She wanted to be brave. She badly wanted to take the step and just venture into the uncertainty before her.
But questions and doubts lingered in her head. Fear was starting to creep in and frustrations started to whisper in her head.
“I need to know. I need to know where I should place my feet. I need to know if this is the path that I should take. I need to know if what’s ahead of me is actually the place you want me to be.” she said.
She covered her face with her hands and cried. As she sobbed, lightning and thunder raged above her. The winds started to howl and the trees around her rustled violently. It was a heavy downpour and the storm roared. The tears kept falling as the noise around started to drown her.
Frustrated. Scared. Tired. Hopeless. She was on the verge of giving up.
But amidst the noise, she heard a gentle whisper.
“The only thing you need to know at this very moment is that I am here.
I’m with you.
Is it not enough?
Am I not enough?”