22/07/2015
Morning Peeps
Its been yet another minute
Poetic Wednesday
Taken from the formulating poetry book: "Letter for Her Broken Heart". ©
"She was never satisfied, never content, never fully surrounded in happiness. She lacked something meaningful inside. When her void inside became submissive, she paid no attention to it and that very same void left her numb, empty, with no sense of reality. She walked around in that hole truly blinded by its intoxication, riddled, puzzled, tangled in a confusion of her own mind. She was walking in complete blindness with eyes shut wide, unable to comprehend, to foresee what was in front of her, the truth.
The god that she once had was long gone, not strong enough to keep her from getting lost in walking off her own trail. She stopped believing in destiny, her promise to life. She thought destiny had forgotten about her, wasn’t hers to take, wasn’t for her to own. She became peculiar on whom to blame her hopelessness on. Past failed relationships followed behind, the men that had left her unexpectedly, unexplained, shameless brutal men. Leaving behind a scarred, bitter, broken heart.
But one man had her where he wanted. The captain of her cracking ship, the Jack of all her tricks and trades. She loved him. Obsession was her true confession. He would intoxicate her mind, rattle her limps, and ignite her heart. She would lay stretched out, opened for him to take her in. Heart for heart was her mind; body for body became her spirit. He failed to recognise her addiction in him. He had her dancing on his plate of illusions. She was his habit, and he was her drug. Her puppet master, stringed her, pulled her, pushed her through every direction, to her very limit.
She hurt, yet she chose to stay. Tried to rebuild a loveless relationship, with no emotions, no life, no barriers. That was her game, she thought. A risk taker she was, a dreamer of all possibilities, even the unforeseen, the impossible. She gave in with more than she had. She revoked her right to be happy, to be loved completely. She became her own trap. For this was the easiest choice, the only way she could give herself away. She had chosen her life drug, him.
She lost her reflection; she could not find the god within. She stripped away her own dignity in the name of love. She dug herself a safe place in hell and watched as she burnt away, tortured, tormented, r***d out of her own skin, out of her true self. She forgot who she was, she forgot who God was. She nailed herself in a chamber of obsession, locked herself in countless delusional trash. Flash for flash rotted, soul for soul disappeared; life for her was no more. She had chosen her lifeline, and it was him.
Break her from these chains of destruction, these restrains that were destroying her mind, killing her heart. She was hungry for life again. Eager to know that along this thin line of love and pain, had to be another way, another tale to live. A new story to tell filled with God, embraced with life. Floating in luminous bliss where thoughts were treasured, nursed cared for, loved. She longed for her new beginning, a new road to journey through, a life out of the misery, out of that darkness, shadow-less dream. She yearned to see her own reflection again.
You were once her and now healed. Like a flower in the morning dew you awoke from a restless sleep, long enough to numb the soul. Touched by the sun’s rays filled with warmth, your every fiber now alive, breath brought back into your captured mind. You woke up. Stretching as far as your soul could reach, dug deep down, looked for your spirit and found her waiting patiently to embrace your presence again. Awake lifeless body and live for you and not for him. The rain soaked your sorrows, washed off the dirt, the darkness that lingered, that followed behind, that lived with you, cleansed your wounds and dried your tears.
She felt her breath living, making love to her heart beat, rhythms of the same soul, one soul. She found her voice and screamed loudly to life, she found her voice in God. She sang a song that echoed her last pain, revealing her nakedness, her pure essence of this life. Dancing in the light for all to see, her sunshine, her true reflection, You. Hips moved seductively making love to every watching eye, secretly seeking her companion, her comforter. But she danced alone moving with music from her own heart, moving with the spirit of trusting herself. To lift her up, never bringing her back from her happiness. She wanted to be loved, tenderly, softly, graciously. She wanted to be loved completely. Let her heart be filled with love, let her heart be drowned in hope, let her heart be whole, let her heart live in the presence of God.
Be one with the moon that shines so bright in bleak darkness. Let her thoughts be filled with reflections of herself, surrounded by her. Tenderly held, lullaby with kisses that float into the night, exposing her morning rainbow. Colours that spill out of her body, drawing her freedom, painting her heart lines in her happiness. Let her make love to her mind, intensifying through every stroke, every thrust, and every movement. Yes or**sm her beautiful mind, set her world alight, let her free to live in the presence of the moment. Make it stay within her for a lifetime, releasing her from these chambers of pain. Unlocking her from the chains of destruction, letting her live. Let her live.
Love her, cherish her, care for her, and hold her, never letting of this true reflection of her, her reflection in God." ©
