Seafoam and shattered dreams
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"Change is inevitable. Growth is optional."
January 1st, 2014. New Year, distant memories and shattered dreams. After two years of therapy, I realized I had to find an escape in order for me to release. Rain and I had a Churchillian relationship that'd last a thunderstorm or two. The second the sky would open up, with crystal droplets of falling down, my mind would crowd with seafoam. Distant thoughts about the future would appear making it impossible for me to live in the present and get rid of the past. "Embrace it, it's not a fear"
As a toddler, I had dreamt of shifting from my cocoon into a butterfly. The thought of breaking through layers of silk was enticing. Us poets work similarly; we're like caterpillars before publishers fall in love with our work and make us the next Walt Whitman. We shift to cocoons where we stay working on a new piece just as astounding. Until our pieces are published and we blossom out into butterflies of our own kind. We learn to grow through the pain. Our wounds heal with the blossoming touch of Spring. Our hearts sync to the sound of Music.
Dreams are like shields we hide beneath to keep away from distant fears. We cover our heads with revelations that exist in the thin space between an illusion and reality. We make our way through neglecting faith, carrying hope in our arms like a sacred lie.
December 10th, 2016. Euphoria: The first touch of sunlight against my skin felt like euphoria. We were kings of our own forsaken destiny. The touch of Hawaiian winds before Christmas was therapeutic. I was sitting at the verge of breaking apart as the water hit the shore. We were both like burning cigarettes on a dusty noon. We burned and existed as pieces of art that existed as addictions for sinners. Alone and free: Alongside sea foam and shattered dreams.
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