My World (Inspirational)

[Traci08]

My world is a sad place to live in right now. For the first time in a long time, I cried for you.
Over the past year, I've made one goal in my life and that was to find you.
The one that hasn't returned to me. He is a ghost, I imagine him as a lost soul walking in
solitude, frantically seeking to find his human form. He is desperately searching for his soulmate,
the one he left behind and a son, who is in his graven image. We are all grieving for the soul
that has been abandoned by its flesh, separated from its bone and torn away from its muscle
and sinew. To him I write these words as my eyes become fixated by the symbol of all that
we had and will have for many years to come:

My tongue was a song filled with emotion
My heart searched for a peaceful melody
found amongst the melancholy harmonies
of a song my mind no longer owned.

My eyes filled with translucent raindrops
My bones ached to the sound of vociferous thunder
My heart raced to the crashes of lightening.

Her hair a blanket for her shoulders
Pallid lace sheltered her skin
Her hands resembling that of velvet
Her body resembling that of stone.

It is perfectly normal to grieve the loss of a loved one. Just as its perfectly normal to grieve
over the person you used to be. Everyone gets to make choices in their life. You either choose
to continue the search or you choose to give up on yourself. But, with every second that goes by
when you first started giving up, it is with every second you miss out on the lives you should
be involved in, it is one more second of our lives you can't get back. I can't help but to think
of the ghost that is still passionately in search to find his breath of life and with every tear
that fills my eyes, I write:

I sit adjacent to my window

and eavesdrop on the birds singing

as the Angels' morning tears

descend upon the Earth.

Dark clouds dance in the skies

as his children awaken

from their fields of imagination.

So Early in the morning

life which was so serene

is now an enthusiastic interruption

within his artistic regulation.

The Angels inhale their

sorrow as their tears

continue to fall

my hands keep writing

their story.

My ears are filled

with words allowing

my eyes to interpret their language

My muscles twinge for their

pain that consumes them.

And my heart is frightened

by what the Angels' have to reveal.

And my mind believes the Angels'

because, my thoughts are

incapable to feel.

I have not come to know your realities when it comes to what you've seen and been through.
But one thing is for certain, I do understand you. I do not see your dreams, they do not
hurt me in real life. You are not weak, you are not a horrible person, you are not a monster,
you are still loved and you will always be worth it. You will always have us. You just
have to trust us enough to let us back in. You are still our hero, when you don't feel that
you are. I don't want to go through this alone and I don't want you to think you have to
go through it alone either.

[lovely]

Aww very touching and sweet !

[~*~Katie~*~]

very nice!

[Traci08]

Thanks you guys.

[bavarian girl]

Very nice and sweet!