I went into the dark. That was the fact of it.

Not because I understood what would happen.

Not because the future had offered any explanation.

Only because faith, if that is the word,

seemed to require motion.

You go on. Even when fear keeps talking.

There were days, of course.

Days when dread arrived early and stayed too long.

When the body registered it before the mind could name it.

When every thought leaned toward catastrophe, as thoughts sometimes do.

I learned not to argue with it too much.

I remembered what had been said. I remembered, too, the earlier rescues.

So you keep walking.

Even when the night seems to know more than you do.

You keep walking because, sooner or later, the light returns.

Trust the Journey.