Love Letter to My IslandA Story by smalltownsympathies
To my dearest desolate Island,
It is to you that I have returned after all these years, as a cold hearted and disheveled monstrosity in the presence of such great beauty. Memories of our only summer together bring about so many unarmed sentiments, and I ache to remember all the violently sweet perfect words that you had sung to me, a whispered lullaby, beckoning me, seducing me. Even now, I am able to sense the tranquillity that had fills my heart as I close my eyes, listening to the resounding echo of my steps just as they used to, gently frolicking atop your softened soil, our tiny corner of the earth. I called you hope. I named you freedom. And for so long, I had remained within the promise land, beneath the blinding rays of the guiding sun. And now, I realize that perhaps I had never fully sought after the true reflection in your watery gaze, as you begged for me to never leave. One fine day, the rushed waters of your once babbling brook, now located amidst the surmounted cracks of natures’ misfortunes, cried out to me, yearning for me to grasp the desperately wandering tips of your grassy meadow; to save you, as you had once saved the lost soul within me. But I had turned from you. As your sky had shifted into shades of grey, and the twitching face of your waters finally turned still, my parting steps resonated against your paled walls. I had forsaken you. Oh, my Island, how I wish I could feel the whisper of your breath against my cheek, and listen to the reverberating skip of delicate stones skimming against your surface. If only I had remained within you-and you, within me. The memories you’ve left me sway like cottontails in my mind; I shall never return here. With all lasting love, The image in the water. © 2011 smalltownsympathiesAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
Stats
239 Views
1 Review Added on April 9, 2011 Last Updated on April 9, 2011 Authorsmalltownsympathiesnowhereville, NYAbout16; female. Highly pessimistic. Addicted to the pen in my hand and my love, the only one that holds my heart. Vacant feelings, broad emotions. I am a paradox within my own being. more..Writing
|