I have been unsure of posting this, but the words mean so much to me – I slightly light the veil and show a little of myself today…
– I think it is a little bit scary and it is with many mixed feelings, Orkidedatter shows a bit of who she is behind all these words on this blog ..
-I am so Grateful from deep in my heart and soul to you readers and followers. Thank you so much.
She tries to find peace because her heart
It’s beautiful, but worn.
The edges are sharp all the way around.
It has been attempted repaired. With
needle and thread or patch.
If you look closely, you can see the shade of
the patch torn off time and again.
Looking even further in, at the back of the
heart, you can glimpse a face.
It can become clearer the more you see, or
more like the shadows waving in the wind.
Unclear with black color that slides into
each other and it becomes difficult to put
into words – who it is –
You realize that the face belongs to the
heart, because they are equally ghostly.
She turns her face away in disgust and
It storms in the heart’s rhythm.
Faster and faster, she will not be anymore,
but it will not go away.
It is like thorns from «the black rose» being
thrown at her, and she feels an
indescribable pain in her heart.
In the face behind the heart tears flow like
As a veil, they lay around her heart and dig
«the river of tears» bigger and deeper.
Can she fix it?
Can she be whole again?
Is the last flame extinguished?
She feels her heart, breathes deep, tries to
find calm and feel her own heart beating.
They said it would be good again ….
need to take care of memories that aren’t
good for me anymore.
She wipes away the tears that quietly fall
down her cheek.
Her body remembers.
The heart knows.
Her mind can trick her.
All of the emotions and experiences are
stuck in her body as the pain of a thorn-
they scream the worst she senses-
Her body is crying for help, her soul is
working on a blow to heal, her mind is
trying to work with heart.
And her heart … she tries the best she can
to put it back together so she can move on
With a heart full of scars she begins to feel
the various nerves. They are there as black
paths. Trails she never wants to join, but
they must be in ok condition.
They’ll be with her to the end of life and
she’ll try everything she can to make new
paths bright and beautiful next to the dark