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Posted: April 24th. 2009 2:17:59 AM
by Wandering Faerie
Age Group: Adult
Some night I wander lost in the sweet abyss designed especially for me. It is my haven and my prison. It is my sweet island paradise freeing me from danger and entrapping me in its sweet snare. The deep heady scent of night, flowers, and earth clings to the breeze even though the sun shines strong upon my skin, warming me. There is no rational method to this madness. I watch the waves, sometimes lapping at the shore like sweet, gentle kisses of seduction; other times the waves rage and batter the shore like a lover caught in the tide of passion with no sense of self or pain. I smile up at the warm sun though I cannot find it in the sky; I see the azure sky stretching to places unimaginable. I wonder if my haven leads to anyone else’s sanctuary. I curl up on the sand content in this prison of my making, like a child who believes her parents when they tell her everything will be alright. Perhaps this is not a haven of my making but a reflection of someone else’s escape. I hear a rumbling in the distant sky as if my thoughts have brought danger to my island. The gray heavy clouds rumble in the distance. I look around but I already know there is no shelter here. It matters not; I welcome the storm like a babe of my womb. This shall cleanse me; wash away my sins; my dark thoughts. The dark seductive whispers in the corners of my mind shall be cleansed. The brunt of the storm I will endure with strength. I may not be brave but I am strong; I will endure. The storm is quickly approaching and I wonder…who will I be when the storm passes? What person shall I find myself to be when this is over? Irrationally, I feel a smile slowly curl across my face. I reach my hands up as if I can somehow control the elements themselves and I whisper to the storm, “Do your worst.” The whisper grows in strength and becomes a scream echoing across my island and racing across the sea. The storm seems to expand angrily to twice its size and I laugh. I stand strong and steadily on the shore of my island ready to meet the storm….Then I wake up and find myself in my bed in this mundane world. Sighing, I realize it was just a dream. Irrationally, I feel tears slipping down my face. That dream was more real than anything else in my life. I felt unfettered and as if for one moment my true self came forward; not the facades, these masks I wear. Who is that person I have buried so deep within me? Perhaps one of these nights I will find out when the storm reaches my island; reaches me.
Author's Location: Tulsa, Oklahoma
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