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The Well
By The Guardian Angel
As I reach out, slowly trying to grasp what I once held
A silhouette of the old me still lingers
Reminding me of the memories before I fell
Within the palm of my smooth hand
A butterfly once flapped it supple wings
And flew above to a golden land
Where tiny fairies continued to sing
My life was weightless, full of happy jubilation
But that changed when the lightning crashed
For within every single ideation
Was an earthquake the smashed my childhood
Splitting the ends of my decrepit world
Is the eternal clock of time
That forces me to grow from a boy
And transform my body and mind.
The water burns with the Devil's desire
Rising with the fortitude of a thousand suns
My pallid skin is consumed by such fire
As the darkness around me has won
And I attempt to escape from this animosity
Swatting at the flies upon my beaten brow
But as I stare up at the world before me
From the Wells bottom, I know not how.
The stone sides of my life proceed to crumble
Ripping my heart from my now barren chest
My sanity is determined to crumble
Amind my short and shallow breath.
While the divine light fades by the hour
Frigid air swirls around me
Mt hands are cold and devoured
No longer reflecting my identity
But even while I struggle through the dismay
I'll not let the darkness absorb me into the fray
I'll keep climbing, and I'll find my way
To be able to see the sunrise of another day.
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On Wednesday, January 8, 2014, Void Vortex
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wrote:
Exquisitely written! This piece flows seamlessly. A fluid transition through a journey of one reclaiming the light. Beautiful write, and yes, there will always be another day!
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A former member wrote:
Your words are a prayer.. The title for this is perfect; actually the whole thing. "I'll keep climbing, and I'll find my way to... to be able to see the sunrise of another day". In that alone you speak a testament to the source from which those who stayed draw their strength. I asked one of the shining here on DP not two weeks ago from what well do you draw your WILL from? With your mouth (still to the other) you say you are broken and unloved and weak; etc etc but that is a total lie to what I see before me when I look at you. Nothing that was ever as truly pathetic as you claim could have survived what you have at all; such would be impossible. I see this same light in your words.
The ONLY thing that can truly hurt us is a doubt in ourselves; this is the lie that the darkness uses to defeat the light. We are drawing from the same well, the source of all, and it is better than words can describe. Not all the angels here "fell"; there were also Watchers who did not return to Heaven (which was optional if you consult the Book of Enoch) but stood their posts. The fate of these angels is either untold altogether, or yet to be revealed.. only time will tell. The watchmen that stayed did NOT turn to demons nor were they subject to the curse laid on the fallen; though they are in the smallest sense "earthbound". Food for thought.. I thank you for your light.
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A former member wrote:
"But even while I struggle through the dismay I'll not let the darkness absorb me into the fray." How I wish I could come up with something like that. Lovely write, cheers!
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A former member wrote:
Uncertainty in oneself and ones own actions can destroy a person if it gets out of hand, there is however a very hopeful feel to this poem that speaks of strength in volumes.
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A former member wrote:
"I'll keep climbing, and I'll find my way" - This is a cool piece. Very hopeful and inspired.
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