❊Reaching For Wholeness
The day I lost purity of my flowers essence,
was the day when I lost part of me and my existence.
Autumn started to fill the air with its beginning scent
while you rode both of our minds trough a pines forest.
It was the forest full of wounded dark pits,
but it was only one that grabbed our bodies.
It was kind enough to let go of one part of me,
but too lonely to let go of the other.
For a long time I slept in its loneliness
looking at the stars of the future happiness,
but the longer I slept, the deeper it became,
and less stars were able to appear.
Until there was only one star left for my eyes to be seen.
The star of Hope and my desired dream,
which lighted my heart that was filled with painful regret,
and it was only then when the pit revealed me a secret,
which it kept in the darkness filled with fearfulness,
afraid of the pain of its deep loneliness.
It told me that I have a choice.
I can choose to stay whit it until there is no star left to be seen,
or I can choose to climb out of it to set myself free.
But how can I possibly climb out of your depth full of fear?
It said that I was so busy counting the stars,
which were disappearing,
that I didn't notice the pines roots,
which were sticking out from the soil of its being.
I grabbed the roots and started to pull myself up.
These roots were strong enough to hold my body and its heavy shadow,
while through my breath their filled my being with energy of willpower.
The more hours were lost by the dark night,
the closer was my reaching for the sunlight.
I knew that I needed just a little patience to set my self free,
when I felt the breeze of freedom and freshness of the pine tree.
There was one last pull left for reaching my freedom.
I grabbed the root and held it tightly
when suddenly disappointment screamed in my ear,
and harshly shook my wounded body, with childhood fear.
My right hand slipped with weakness and hopelessness,
while my left hand strongly held the root filled with hopefulness.
I looked down to the past darkness,
then I lifted my head up to the futures lightness,
when suddenly gentle hand of love reached down for me,
but only dark feminine silhouette I was able to see.
With my right hand of hopelessness,
I grabbed her left hand of hopefulness.
It was only when she pulled me out,
that I was able to see her face.
She was a part of me that lost me in this place.
She told me that all this time, she wasn't aware that she lost me,
even though all this time she felt unwhole,
while drowning her unconscious mind in alcohol.
But one night she saw a meaningful dream.
In her dream she was sucked by the soil of subconscious,
so that after waking up she can become conscious,
that she lost herself in the dark pit of her soul,
craving for the feeling of being whole.
She went back to the pines forest where she lost part of her being,
and after a long time searching she heard the lost soul screaming.
She reached her hand of hopefulness
and grabbed my hand of hopelessness.
It was then that our wholeness was saved.
The wholeness which we both so desperately reached.
S.B
The day I lost purity of my flowers essence,
was the day when I lost part of me and my existence.
Autumn started to fill the air with its beginning scent
while you rode both of our minds trough a pines forest.
It was the forest full of wounded dark pits,
but it was only one that grabbed our bodies.
It was kind enough to let go of one part of me,
but too lonely to let go of the other.
For a long time I slept in its loneliness
looking at the stars of the future happiness,
but the longer I slept, the deeper it became,
and less stars were able to appear.
Until there was only one star left for my eyes to be seen.
The star of Hope and my desired dream,
which lighted my heart that was filled with painful regret,
and it was only then when the pit revealed me a secret,
which it kept in the darkness filled with fearfulness,
afraid of the pain of its deep loneliness.
It told me that I have a choice.
I can choose to stay whit it until there is no star left to be seen,
or I can choose to climb out of it to set myself free.
But how can I possibly climb out of your depth full of fear?
It said that I was so busy counting the stars,
which were disappearing,
that I didn't notice the pines roots,
which were sticking out from the soil of its being.
I grabbed the roots and started to pull myself up.
These roots were strong enough to hold my body and its heavy shadow,
while through my breath their filled my being with energy of willpower.
The more hours were lost by the dark night,
the closer was my reaching for the sunlight.
I knew that I needed just a little patience to set my self free,
when I felt the breeze of freedom and freshness of the pine tree.
There was one last pull left for reaching my freedom.
I grabbed the root and held it tightly
when suddenly disappointment screamed in my ear,
and harshly shook my wounded body, with childhood fear.
My right hand slipped with weakness and hopelessness,
while my left hand strongly held the root filled with hopefulness.
I looked down to the past darkness,
then I lifted my head up to the futures lightness,
when suddenly gentle hand of love reached down for me,
but only dark feminine silhouette I was able to see.
With my right hand of hopelessness,
I grabbed her left hand of hopefulness.
It was only when she pulled me out,
that I was able to see her face.
She was a part of me that lost me in this place.
She told me that all this time, she wasn't aware that she lost me,
even though all this time she felt unwhole,
while drowning her unconscious mind in alcohol.
But one night she saw a meaningful dream.
In her dream she was sucked by the soil of subconscious,
so that after waking up she can become conscious,
that she lost herself in the dark pit of her soul,
craving for the feeling of being whole.
She went back to the pines forest where she lost part of her being,
and after a long time searching she heard the lost soul screaming.
She reached her hand of hopefulness
and grabbed my hand of hopelessness.
It was then that our wholeness was saved.
The wholeness which we both so desperately reached.
S.B
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