Sunday 7 June 2009

The Floor Became The Floor Again

As the thick, bold tears fell from her eyes
She clutched at the walls for solace
She was weak with every tear
And could not unbreak what had happened to her.

She folded herself and simmered to the ground
Holding herself, to replace the absence of another
The tears continued to fall
Alongside the searing pain.

She had gotten lost outside herself
She had forgotten what it meant to be peaceful
Happiness had become a concept
And love was storybook material.

She touched the floor beneath her
It was cold and hard, but smooth
"Smooth," she thought, "It's almost seamless"
But took comfort in the fact that it was solid

Solid, unlike the pain she felt
Tangible, like something to hold
For so long, she had wandered in an unreal life
But here, the floor embraced her.

All was not as it should have been
Demons from within had led her without
She was fed lies from the people she trusted
And what she possessed, she had no need for.

Quietly, she gave in to her tears
Allowing her eyes and self to softly burn
She could no further think, speak or feel
But blindly pressed her hand to the floor.

She surrendered all she believed
And harboured no lust, nor fear, nor anger
An explanation didn't matter now
She only wanted to let go

Un-see the seen
Un-think the thought
Be allowed to fall and upright herself
Unburdened with guilt or excuses.

In a moment untouched, she felt a ripple within
As though her heart were pressed back into place
She felt her Soul begin to softly glow
She was now calm, at rest, but still to be at peace.

The floor now felt warm beneath her tips
She no longer crouched within herself
A soaring love enveloped her Soul
And her eyes closed, burning no more.

She saw the glow and touched the love
It was no dream, nor illusion, nor farce
Suddenly she understood all so clear
And the floor became the floor again.

Exhausted, but starting to feel complete
She noticed her breathing deepen and liven
She witnessed the sweet sound of her heartbeat
And she absorbed the punctuated solitude into each piece of her being.

She was dazed, but in the clear
Slightly dizzy, but strong with resolve
Her eyes were moist, but only to replenish
Her comfort was now the calm that surrounded her.

She was alone, yet no longer felt so
In her quiet, her peace was restored
She smiled and lifted herself to full measure
And breathed from within, in the wilderness no more.

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