Triumph

This Walk that I am on... This life... Teaches me with every step.

'Neath a sky ready to bleed raindrops of triumph

'Neath a sun ready to burst out in laughter, in joy

I look up.

 

My back faces a quiet forest

A freezing wind from its core whispers to my skin

A familiar feeling trickles down my spine yet a body as calm as stone

Moves down forever as light as the feathers of a dove

In the back of my mind there is an eerie darkness about yesterday that

Gnaws incessantly at the brick wall between the past and now and

The silence carries the faint whimpers of its futile efforts

But the parade of light, the explosions of color that are leading me to my future

Intensifies my sight

My ears reside with joyful noises! Reassuring sounds from the genius of musicians

Whose brilliance lights my way

Whose Guitar riffs give me pride

Whose Jazz sessions cool my soul

Whose Singing makes love to my heart

Whose melodies let me know where I'm going...

 

The fanfare comes to a halt as my body turns to look back inspite of myself.

I remember being on my hands and knees

Searching

For something I couldn't put a name to or..

Someone?

In the dark I felt the dirt making its way into those scraped palms, those scraped knees

Worsening the wounds

I was knocked off my feet by fears, by confusion

There lurked in the emptiness red eyes, evil hands, gaping jaws home to sharp bloody teeth

I even felt my soul coming away from me

I felt it but I didn't know exactly what it was. What was I?

Beneath that opaque canopy. What was I?

Above that damp soil with tree trunks surrounding me to mock me, for how tall they stood and

I couldn't stand.

 

Standing here now, looking back

I realize how far I have come

How small this forest of mine is getting

"This forest of mine"

It was mine all along.

My feet are attached to its roots

At one point, my heart lay at its freezing core and

The farther I go, the smaller it becomes in my line of vision

 

I turn once more toward my now inevitable future and the fanfare begins with

The sounds of life shooing away the reminders of my near death

The skies bleed out a cleansing rain

As sunbeams paint my smile

and the rainbow in the distnace gives me hope.

Author's Note

A lot of thought went into this and to really help me with my writing I would like serious and honest reviews please. Even though it is a hobby I am serious about what I love. Thanks for reading!

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