Strengthless Position

Peering through the darkness I see the faint light shining.
I desperately want to stand up and go after the light.
Somewhere within myself I know I must find the strength to stand up and walk.
The only thing I desire is the warmth of the light.
I reach out in vain toward it.
The only strength left in me is almost gone.

What must I do to reach the light?
I am nothing.
I have no strength to reach what I need the most.
The light will give me life.

I lie here in the dark cold with no chance of escape.
The light appears to fade, or maybe that is because I lack the strength to keep my eyes open.
I feel my life slipping away.
There is no hope, I am unable to pick myself up on my own strength.
There is nothing left to do but dye.

My eyes close for what seems the last time.
But in an instant they are startled open by a soft strange voice.
"I will carry you to the light helpless traveler"
I peer into the darkness and see the face of the one whom I hate.
"Why would you do that for me?" I ask.
"Because I love you" says my enemy.
Stooping he grabs my lifeless form with his strong arms and lifts me from the ground.
As I look again the light seems brighter already.
My once former enemy carries me toward the light I feel the strength returning to my body.
It is my savior who has given me this strength.
He will soon give me strength to stand and run.