Part 2: Reckoning

I sink down to the ground
Feet firm, knees bent
Grass soft between my fingers
A buttercup by my side

Stroking the grass aimlessly
I stare at the pastel flower
The sun shines bright overhead
And warms my face
I take a deep breath
And close my eyes

The air is pure and
I hold my breath ever so slightly
Savoring its sweetness
As I exhale,
I feel my handleless door behind me And wonder what untold tales lay
Behind its rampart

Idly caressing the buttercup's soft petals
I think about love and loss, triumph and reckoning
And wonder how I'll ever be whole without discovering its secrets

Moments pass
Just me against my door
The warm sun
The tender flower
And Purposeful breathing

...In and out...

Contentment breeds clarity
When I look pass my crow bar
The whole of the overgrown field
Comes into view

I see rolling hills,
Waves of grasses
Such a clear blue sky
People speckle the land
Each a mirror of myself
Some struggle with unopened doors
Others with windows that won't budge

I see a frazzled woman with a bucket
Drops of water fall from a lone cloud She runs frantically between,
Capturing them as they fall

A man hacks feverishly at a tree
To bridge a gaping hole
His swinging ax makes no impression On the fate of the pine

If I walked over there
What would I say?
Swept up in their delusions
Would they even see me?

Something catches my eye
A wall with a hole is gushing
Gallon upon gallon spill without end
A girl is sitting to the side,
A cork in her hands
Her gaze in the distance

Though we've never met
I know her
I know that gaze
I know that slump in her shoulders

If I walked over there
What would I say?
She would see me

I stand
As does my handleless door
My crowbar remains unmoved
When I reach the girl
And our eyes meet
It's clear she knows me too

As my door and I
Take a seat beside her
I hand her the little yellow buttercup Smiling as she takes it,
She puts her cork down beside her

Reviews

[747]

I think this is my favourite of the three parts. I enjoy your description. Also, you take the time to explain what's going on. Though there are some jumps the reader has to make; they are easily manageable.

Great work.

[throne]

Very beautiful, thank you for sharing!