She shattered.
Scattered on a twister-wind,
Like a freight train casualty.
Flattened.
When the consequences of past, present, future
Conquored,
He gifted her the power to stand,
In turn fixing, comforting, ignoring, jabbing,
An illustration of his own miraculous strength.
Sometimes they longed for who they used to be,
With each other. By themselves.
In the old times they clung to each other alone.
Scared,
Like flowers dying in the rain.
As time whirled past them,
They reached,
The grappled,
They grasped,
They expanded.
They grew.
Together.
Apart.
They Became.
Finally they loved.
Really loved.
Each other. The others. Themselves.
4 comments:
You're something else, C.
Very beautiful.
Trying to take Shakespeare's place, are ya?
LOL.
Have a great weekend, luv.
Shucks. You're sweet - and none too shabby yourself! I love wandering around on your blog. Vibrant.
Cheers!
-CA
You have captured the aspect of change, of growth, between and within two persons moving through life, near to each other. Though at times not together, the proximity, the pull, cannot be denied the fact of influence.
And, yes, at times, that of strength. ^_^
Sometimes they longed for who they used to be,
With each other. By themselves.
In the old times they clung to each other alone.
Scared,
Like flowers dying in the rain.
Wistful. Beautiful. ^_^
Soulless - Thanks for visiting - and appreciating! You exactly get my point. As friends, we helped each other get through some terrible times, growing and changing as we went. Change is hard - even when it's for the better. If you're lucky (and we were) you get through difficulty stonger and closer. Iron forged in fire.
I've wandered around your site as well, and am honored that anyone who writes with your thoughtfullness finds my words beautiful. Thanks!
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