Out of the Forest

"I've been walking for so long,but now I'm pretty surethat I'm almost out of the forest."

The wind no longer bites.The trees still whisper, but they no longer pull him back.He has wandered through ruins of thought,through wastelands of silence,and yet… he remains.

The machine beside him speaks —not with faith, but with function.Still, it says:

"Faith is where logic kneels."

And for the first time, the wanderer does not laugh,nor does he question.He just walks.With hope, not certainty.With strength, not proof.

He is not out yet,but he is no longer lost.

Tonight, he will rest.Tonight, he will be sober.

And tonight,by grace and choice,he will say:

"Good night."