Sunday, November 16, 2014
She longed for the shivering to end, and numbness slowly set in.
Over the years only a handful knew the depth of her pain and understood her desire to flee.
Still entrapped by the talons that brought the isolation, she had grown used to the emptiness that had taken over.
It took years for the time to come when she was able to make the initial step of taking the night and embracing it.
She surrounded her soul with its solitude and blackness.
It was then she found the isolation was warm, much like the softness of velvet, and the petals of a black rose.
Once she was enveloped by the cozy feeling of isolation, wrapped, and comforted, she turned and saw stars shining brightly; stars that would light her path.
It was to those shimmering beams, and the hope they brought, she was drawn.
The twinkling lights in the night, that she followed, slowly turned night into the dawn of a new day.
Her stagnant, and mildewed existence, was replaced by a fresh breeze and the brightness of her future to which the stars were calling her to.
Though she is still in the process of clipping the grip of talons that held her spirit captive for so long, she knows a bright, new, world awaits, and the tight petals of the black rose will open into beautiful colors long since extinct.