Crossing the Line

Crossing the Line

A Story by MelLo

There is a sickness being lifted from the bosom, from the heart; a sickness I fell down with and allowed to consume my being.  There were guidelines to follow; rules were broken, the line crossed and pierced through with a sharp knife to the heart.  A fairy once said that the love that was spoken to her was fake because it was never shown, only spoken with hopeful words.  Dear promises of togetherness and lasting wishes that would never come to be, while the same promises would be made to many others not quite as fair as her.  Plus, these same promises and hopes for a future were spoken with conviction all the while, to the one who now writes her sorrow.  I don't excuse the dear fairy's actions or thoughts, but I fully support her understanding of passerby words and contradicting actions by the lover not quite aware of what loving someone truly means or entails. 
  I have fought against all forces to pursue a dream that equivocally became a nightmare in the making.  Yet the nightmare I once had is all too familiar to me now and quite irreversible at that.  There is no turning back once you have crossed that finish line, the order of restriction was well put into action more than once for reasons that are too hard to come by, inexplicable actions only a madman can find comfort in. 
  And I have peace, peace of mind, of soul, of heart that my next action will forever replace that dream, and turn that nightmare back into a dream of hope, of love, of my ultimate future.  There is no point to love in vain; but in love, I have never found regret.  So my heart is a bit broken, my eyes all dried out, my lips purged of the evil that captivated them, but my eyes are wide open and my spirit, never broken.  Though I may be a bit cold, numb, I am fearless, relentless, and ready to be conquered.  Remember, there is always someone willing to cherish that treasure that you have carelessly disposed and left behind.   Fool's gold awaits you on your next endeavor, choose wisely, or you'll drown in your own sorrow for eternity!

© 2009 MelLo


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MelLo
MelLo

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