She Was Afraid To Be Loved
Majestic horse art by the uncommonly talented Ms. Lex DeLaRue.
RIP my sweet Lexie, you are forever missed…Love, Uncle Roger.
It was the simplest of aches
A primal thirstiness
Dreams not tears,
A union free from fears
Eyes half closed ears half shut
Zephyr retreated, even far-away dreams existed not
Her animateness, exhausted
Heart-starved, strained, and threadbare, she weakened
Unhearing of hope, she toppled
Did salvation await afront through the darkness, a perchance uplifting escape?
Or would her numb incuriosity dominate all?
Stupendously, she arose…bloodied, wobbly, she soldiered on
Her heart, her heart, she had misplaced her heart
All petals of transcendence wilted
Food and water were nothing
Food and water were nothing but unnourishing
The sun shone and shone, the sun then awaking the forest floor
Our darling little floret yet, she could not bloom
Unable to journey, her option to stand soundly was all but decimated
She sat, there was no choice, she sat abottom her deepening pool of tears
A traveler, a kind traveler happened upon her, offering silently his hand
She outreached, yet whipped back her grasp with violence…no, she thought, no, I must not
Crying out loud she said, I must not, it will not work, nothing works, I trust you not, I trust no man
The traveler was purely monolithic…he said no words, he gestured nothing, his hand remained, immovable
Her tears reached such heights upon the pain pool walls that surely she would soon drown
Her legs broken, her heart aghast, the clouds descended…yet anticipating the suffrage still, she sat erect
No, she argued out loud, there’s no such dream…unable to believe in even her own unanswered prayers
She scoffed, hah…he’s no one, she thought the traveler to be wearing a mask, she saw no face, she heard no voice
Her lovelight she believed, she believed it certain…extinguished
Yet she knew not her own perplexedness, the pilot was still lit
A dark stranglehold laughed sinistrously, filling the land from where seemed a far-away place
Yet the sound was local, and which one of them was ruling court, was it her, or was it him?
The next day upon arrival found her still stationary overnight, concreted, unable to move if she tried
But she tried for nothing, not even understanding of herself
A caw-caw came, awaking her from the darkened daymare
Her eyes now open for the first time, she could see…the sun shone upon her face with grace
The sun shone, the sun shone, the sun shone so strong she stripped her clothes, otherwise she’d burn
The grass grew abottom her feet with such force and fury to lift her above and far apart past the traveler
Oh my…a butterfly startled her to tears, landing upon her nose and whispering…she was instructed to run, just run, so she ran
She ran and ran, she ran from her own heart then only to tumble, but, but, but fall she did not, no, oh no not at all, for he was carrying her. She could not yet feel, she could not yet feel him, she could not yet feel her own feet, could not yet feel her hands, she could not yet feel her own heart.
