To Whom it May ConcernA Poem by Liderien
You have taken me to a new place,
a wonderfully blissful place. But it scares me. Not because it’s bad, but because it will end the same as all the rest. Nothing lasts I fear. I am so broken yet so strong willed. But, in the same duplicitous breath, I long for it. My double mindedness knows no bounds. I picture myself running, my long hair flowing in the wind as I take each leap in the green fields of no where. The sun glistening all about me and the summer flowers bringing life to my lifeless love. I run from myself, I run from the cares and worries of life. I run from the world, its people, its pollution from its torment of stability. My day is everlasting and night never draws near. My scars on my body are gone and my legs never lose their strength to carry me to the destination that never arrives. My own private world that no one can invade without invitation. As I stand in the meadow I feel the soft wind that blows gently over the fields and the slight shuffle of leaves to send a hushed sound that echoes so lightly. I feel the cessation all about me as it overwhelms me. I lift my head to allow the sun to caress my face with his touch of grace. The warmth blankets my soul. © 2012 LiderienFeatured Review
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