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A Warriors Tale
A Warriors Tale
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Sunday, 30 March 2008
[COLOR=blue][SIZE=7][FONT=Times]Its so easy to want to fix things, to help make things better, especially when we see those we love hurting. We long to show them we love them by doing whatever we can to help them heal. But are we doing what is right by them , are we helping them or ourselves, can we really step back and look objectively at the situation?

When love is unquestioned ,and ever flowing and we often believe that all the love in this world can heal anything and fix everything. The person knows of our love, they understand the emotional distress they put us through and want so much to accept the delusion that love is enough. What do they do when they know that it isn’t , that something inside them is wrong and needs to be fixed, that this is not what is supposed to be. How can the flowers smile and the birds sing and yet they cannot feel joy, when sorrow seeks to drown them still like a hand from the past reaching forth and pushing them down.

Suffocating , and the tenderness of love does not help, the care and concern makes them feel less, that somehow they are hurting the ones they love, just be not being able to explain why they hurt. That pushing them away is all they can do to hide her pain , that when they are sore and lost and need to just hide away. It becomes mercy to not put them through her pain for just one day, to feel somehow that they can understand she needs to just forget how much she hurts the ones she loves for just one day.

How precious her gift, to just for once just let them trust her , trust her love for it is real and fills her core and her soul with its entire being, trust her to try to fix what is wrong , trust her to for once do what is right for herself and perhaps find a solution to her woes and help stop the pain she shares with the ones she loves with all her soul .

How precious her tears, each one shed along the with the pain that made her so distraught crippling her emotions to even utter coherent thoughts to pen the words goodbye. To tell the ones she loved that she needed them more today that at any other time in her life to love her, and let her go, let her face the fire and let burn the ash of her despair, and perhaps arise reborn once more. How precious a love that her heart burned to send a note once more and say the words that she could not find the courage to do with those she loves standing besides her. What did she think, her friends her husband her kin would think of her at that moment when the wind screams her words she could not have spoken .

Wherever I go I take you all with me ,always you are all in my heart, my precious sister speaks. To places distant I go for I am lost and I will find the one you love again. I will regain the person that I am, and be once more the person you all loved, not the shell or the specter of the person that stands before you daily. Had any but looked in my eyes and seen they would know each day how dim has become my soul. You have my love all of you was what she said, you have my heart, but my spirit , my soul is in need and today I whisper the words goodbye until I am heal once more dear brother. Goodbye!

My sister Ellyana, know I stand with you always, that wherever you have gone I am with you ,yes even now I send silent support and strength and wished I was able to heal you , to take the hurt that was your hurt, as we are and always will be , blood of my blood, together one step away from the dance of death . Know I understand and support what you had to do, and I will always be here for you , I love you sis , even if I could not be what you needed, there is nothing between us to forgive, I only pray you find the answers you seek and once more live .....
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Matt Shadowsong posted @ 16:36 - Link - comments
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