She had a lonely past. Loneliness, her friend of choice. The past had taught her lessons few.
Drunk mother taught her to keep her mouth shut. Opening it resulted in insults hurled incessantly. It was better to stay hidden. It was better to stay quiet.
Depressed father educated her to never get attached. The spirit bottles her mother guzzled had made him a broken man. He did nothing. He said nothing. It was better to stay aloof. It was better to stay away.
Promiscuous sister was the next in line. She taught her to never trust the divine. She slept around in hopes of finding the one. There was no one. There was never one.
She used to dream of flying around, Enjoy the sights and the cheerful sounds. She was now a bird with a broken wing. She couldn’t fly, she didn’t dream. Then came he.
Filling her with hope and positivity, He told her she was magnificent and free. She believed him and started to try, She was going to be the bird With a broken wing who could fly.
She thought she got rid of the past that engulfed her. She didn’t think she needed to stick with the lessons anymore. She believed he was the one who would help her fly and dream again.
He was the last straw, he wasn’t supposed to be. He promised to teach her to fly with one wing. Instead, he broke the other wing. She was now a bird with two broken wings, that couldn’t fly. She wouldn’t fly.
The smell of her soul intertwined with shades of her gorgeous being engulfed everyone around. She was the most amazing combination of the sight of happiness and the sound of smile. She was an unreal reality that you couldn’t fully embrace but couldn’t let go of either. She was the dream that everyone tried to hold on to after being woken up suddenly but just couldn’t remember. She was the bright sound and the melodious light. She was a being that shouldn’t have existed in the first place. She was the being that was awake in everyone’s dream. She was magnificent, mind and soul. She was magnificence come to life.
P.S. I am writing too many “she was this, she was that” kinda posts, aren’t I? Sigh
She was a breathtaking being With poetry wrapped in the silk of her hair And the deep thoughts glistening in the sweat on her skin. She was a beauty that was ethereal. She was magnificent in her existence, Bleeding emotions all over the plain white of her dress Woven with threads of mystique.
Through the looking-glass, they saw darkness.
All they saw was black, thick and opaque.
Her eyes were a different story.
What she saw was the beauty that is dark.
What she saw was her imagination running wild.
What she saw were the possibilities. Bright and new.
And, all she felt was a comfort that was bone deep.
She felt the ring of familiarity.
She knew the darkness.
It embraced her from the inside out.
It was a part of her.
It was her.
Death is a harsh reality. Some understand death, embrace it, others fear it. It’s an inevitable stage in life, no one can escape. So all we can do is cherish the life we have remaining. Embrace those surrounding us, our loved ones and try to live without regrets. Change to become who we want to be when we meet death. I want to meet death head-on. I don’t want it to take me in my sleep. I want to see it coming. I want to know what is happening. Death is the end. I want mine to be a good end. I want it to be a perfect end. Without regrets. Without sadness. With love. And, satisfaction. And, understanding. But mostly love.
The moment I saw you nearing, I felt a strange calm settle over me. My heart slowed the pumping. My mind backtracked on the whirring. The dark corners of my guilt-soaked soul Took a deep breath and let go some. You were my personal brand of redemption. All the screaming, all the crying- It took a backseat in my head. I knew the second I saw you nearing, You will be my salvation. You felt like home. You are home. Home.