Today, she stood at the doors of her life and she observed a pattern that had for so long trailed her existence. She thought of letting it all go, yet she did not.
She heard her gut give way, the outflow of her being was crushing yet she polished it up for the next day.
As she read the final lines of man's intellect and as the words gave birth to cynicism and doubt, she rubbed his name off her heart. He was poison in every way, a good man who would cause her death. He trusted his knowledge and forsook love. He thought less of the Gods surrounding the earth. She buried him there with many other dreams she had mastered to bury.
The year was winding down, yet in retrospect she saw her dreams fall in shambles. Everybody said tomorrow was a better promise than today, yet tomorrow was always no different from the today she travelled . There in the presence of life, she was caught between what was and what would be. Her heart had given up on many people but to survive, people had to be there they said. So she walked off in despair and in desolate hoping that in the absence of what was, she would create her own haven.
The other day, she closed her heart from touch. She blocked out any potential ability to be seen as in need of love. So now, she wears her heart in hardcore garment, hoping that a little selfishness will redeem her.
How it grew so dark? We all do not know! How we all missed it was a question of whether we ever cared enough to reach out to her. Between the cracks of her reality, she saw her dreams crashing yet she stood tall. The routine of life, brought comfort to her reality. She must have felt the emptiness creep in every passing hour yet even still, she kept going. She was the evidence of a life that weathered the storms. She was going to make it someday, somehow. Her dreams, had a life of their own. Through moments of passing they survived, they went on with her as though soldiers on a journey. She will make it to the end, her quiet determination proved itself strong.
A moment ago, she had her dreams challenged. She almost gave up, in the moments when the journey was at its peak.Anxious in the wake of a pending reality, she almost fazed out her push for life. I saw her strive, I saw her, swallow her tears deeper. She should have cried, yet she didn't. She had every right to break down, yet she didn't.It was going to tear her up yet she didn't mind. She missed it, she failed to see it but despair was eating up her humanity. If someone could save her, then the redemption would change her. But to her...no hero was named.
Her story is being told and I want to be there to see it end. Her death, we do not know but her life we will see unfold. The truth is she will live on and maybe find her soul's redemption.
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The dark tales of many of my damsels are reflections on life that I can only grasp through words. Not as real people but as real emotions.
She heard her gut give way, the outflow of her being was crushing yet she polished it up for the next day.
As she read the final lines of man's intellect and as the words gave birth to cynicism and doubt, she rubbed his name off her heart. He was poison in every way, a good man who would cause her death. He trusted his knowledge and forsook love. He thought less of the Gods surrounding the earth. She buried him there with many other dreams she had mastered to bury.
The year was winding down, yet in retrospect she saw her dreams fall in shambles. Everybody said tomorrow was a better promise than today, yet tomorrow was always no different from the today she travelled . There in the presence of life, she was caught between what was and what would be. Her heart had given up on many people but to survive, people had to be there they said. So she walked off in despair and in desolate hoping that in the absence of what was, she would create her own haven.
The other day, she closed her heart from touch. She blocked out any potential ability to be seen as in need of love. So now, she wears her heart in hardcore garment, hoping that a little selfishness will redeem her.
How it grew so dark? We all do not know! How we all missed it was a question of whether we ever cared enough to reach out to her. Between the cracks of her reality, she saw her dreams crashing yet she stood tall. The routine of life, brought comfort to her reality. She must have felt the emptiness creep in every passing hour yet even still, she kept going. She was the evidence of a life that weathered the storms. She was going to make it someday, somehow. Her dreams, had a life of their own. Through moments of passing they survived, they went on with her as though soldiers on a journey. She will make it to the end, her quiet determination proved itself strong.
A moment ago, she had her dreams challenged. She almost gave up, in the moments when the journey was at its peak.Anxious in the wake of a pending reality, she almost fazed out her push for life. I saw her strive, I saw her, swallow her tears deeper. She should have cried, yet she didn't. She had every right to break down, yet she didn't.It was going to tear her up yet she didn't mind. She missed it, she failed to see it but despair was eating up her humanity. If someone could save her, then the redemption would change her. But to her...no hero was named.
Her story is being told and I want to be there to see it end. Her death, we do not know but her life we will see unfold. The truth is she will live on and maybe find her soul's redemption.
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The dark tales of many of my damsels are reflections on life that I can only grasp through words. Not as real people but as real emotions.
