Mistakes that make you bleed...
And so my past slipped into the present... shocking me with its persistence and harshness... they melted into one... until I could no longer tell them apart... and I knew not the time I was in... The past unsheathed its blade... turning it before me... the silver reflection blinding me... Then the blade was drawn back... and plunged into the depths of my mind...
A memory remembered... a voice calling... a flash of pain... and I knew it was him... hope fluttered in my heart... trying to fly... but held back by the cage of ribs... I stood in the rain... wondering if the mistakes of the past were too great to move beyond... Submerged in puddles of pain... I wanted so much to heal the hurt I caused... I reached with eager hands for my thoughts but they frayed more when I tried to touch them... and so I stood trembling... the rain not able to wash away the streaks of blood on the soul anymore than it could draw out the clouds from my vision...
The voice inside me crawled around... crying out... screaming to be heard... but my mouth responded in silence... and I turned my back on its pleas... until it retreated into quiet submission... and wept silently in the shadow of the heart, for the soul it could not save...
As fleeting and as heart-warming as a falling star... he fell from my sky... As he faded into the darkness, his shine moved past me... and I followed the glow and reflected it back with a smile...
I didn't whisper into the winds... my fingers touched my chest... I felt the pulse beneath... I looked within myself for wounds I could feel but not see... The tempest of the soul swirled me into its depths... devouring each note of my chord of strength... I would not ripple the still pool of my heart with a wish... so he fell from the darkness of my sky... before a mirror...
I left him to see his own light... With breath of life, there is hope he will turn his gentle gaze inwards... wings unveiled... and know he was destined to fly... from here...
17th-February-1998