The Reason

art - 'Psyche Revived by the Kiss of Love' by Antonio Canova

Alone and afraid,
I wander aimlessly through
fields of emotion
memories in the form of ghosts
heavy upon my back
it is hard to carry the burden
of moments i wish only to

forget
the feelings
if just for a second or two
sunlight breaks through the
black clouds above
to pierce the momentum
disrupt the shivering cold
avert my eyes but
the light is too  

powerful
the ghosts flounder
they cry at the sun
voices pierce the silence
"run, it will hurt us"
but he beckons me 

forwards, an apparition
of pink and golden hue
reaches out his hand,
an invitation that seems like a 

dream
but there are mountains
between us
the ghosts
pile ontop
they dig their claws into the earth
try to bury me along with their  

sins
reminding me why i do not deserve it
how terrifying it would be
to trust something other than 

myself
crawl over deserts
starved and ashamed
skin littered with
scars of enemies
they whisper in my ear
"abandon, give in!"
until he is 

before me
his fingers grasp mine
suddenly i remember
how small the mountains appear
how pointless the desert
the scars faded and
the burden of the ghosts
lifts from my shoulders
as he reminds me
why life is worth living 

the reason is you

Author's Note

Constructive criticism welcome~

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

It's a sweet tribute to someone who helped and loved you through the not so pleasant times. I really like how you transitioned between stanza's. You have to put quite a bit of thought into a few different things at the same time to pull that off competently.

[Luci]

thank you for the review and kind words, it means a lot :)

[Crosby Idasa]

No matter what you face, your life is worth living... stay strong because all the pain won't last forever, they are just for the trying time! nice write, you don't have to give up because of negativity, stay strong and patient

[Luci]

i agree! pain is temporary and life is forever. thank you for the kind words. x

[Crosby Idasa]

you are welcome

[M P Ramesh]

luci,

Everyone is born and will die alone as natural law. But the writers intervene in time and space and dictate terms for themselves and for a whole humanity. Because they are empowered and for that matter CURSED.
The one beautiful intervention is the concept GOD as far as I am concerned.
But when life engraves the ONE self ( lonely self) with mate, there begins real life and the area of concern of a writer.
any attempt to encrypt it is a creation of art
as above

excellent attempt indeed

/.....


carry on..........

mp