Then there was silence .
My soul screams in anguish - angry tears falling until they are a bitter river flowing with a current that threatens to engulf me.
The lure of eternal darkness stalks me, hot breath insistent on my neck.
Yawning chasm from which there is no return .
The abyss stares back at me.. unwavering in its gaze.
Confident it has drained all hope from me.
Leaching the very blood from my veins until I am but a brittle shell,
Like an autumn leaf on the forest floor, all bloom of life long passed.
Its skeletal remains on its journey to return to the earth that bore it.
Making way for new beginnings - infant buds on the branches, the promise of life anew.
The cycle of life that has always been since the dawn of time.
My blood runs warm still in my veins!
The lure of the abyss in conflict with renewed hope.
I turn on my heel....the enchanted forest awaits.
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Author:
Camille (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2016 09:58
- Category: Reflection
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WOW CAMILLE ~ An exciting mix of hopelessness and hope. I love the final quartette it is so so full of promise of better things "THE ENCHANTED FOREST AWAITS". Thinking of you as always ~ Hugs ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian
WOW awesome
Thank you
Welcome
Like the imagery.
I don't know if this was your intent but it made me remember all the times that sadness and depression overwhelm you and you drown in it. But like all things even that must end and hope returns again. A painful cycle but one that I think we all live through one day at a time. It was beautiful. Thank you.
Exactly what I meant.. thank you .. C xx
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