why does life have to be such pain
over and over and over again
after every battle i have fought
the wrath of cerberus
upon me wrought
every aching twisting turn
the scorching fire
endless burn
smoldering as a dying ash
every hope upon me dashed
the word of hope constabulary
in another's life
vocabulary
the air was cold
but she felt warm
feelings buzzed inside her
like a swarm
she revelled in the felicity
of this self-generated
electricity
the bird flew from its perch, feeling alone although he was not alone there....he flew over the place where he had nested when he was young, hovered closer and tentatively looked around....a familiar object caught his eye and he stealthily approached....he recognized its shape and the glow that emanated from it.....as he got nearer, he saw that the once nearly flawless surface was scratched but the incandesence he remembered was still there...he circled around it curiously, viewing it from every angle, then picked it up....he flew with it, tucked under his wing, to places he had been before, but bathing in the warmth the stone gave him, these places took on hues he had never seen before....he then returned it to where he had found it, and flew quickly back to his perch.....drawn again by the radiance, the bird once again gathered the stone and soared, over terrains once familiar yet not........
this continued for awhile until the bird found himself frightened and what was once dazzling to him became blinding.....the stone, sensing this withdrawal, hid under some tall, thick grass......
the bird flew as quickly as he could, back to the comfort he felt in the discomfort he had fled before......he had seen many stones before and toyed with them, taking none into his heart nor home....and this one was no different...
he had chosen to remain in his matte existence, cold and familiar......
her friend sits on the sideline
as he has for years
sometimes holding her hand
as he dries her tears
cheering her on
when she learns to fight
proud that she knows
wrong from right
silently listening as she
pours out her heart
happy that he can be a part
she stood still and pondered
how far she had wandered
how far she had to go
where to..she did not know
she walked even further
not looking behind
to lose memories that remind
her of what she had lost
the risks she had taken
and at their cost
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