The Truth About Heaven
A clear blue sky brightened her day as the sun’s rays crept through her window. Her arms raised and hopes high, today would be different than the rest. The same routine followed as always, but the sunset of yesterday’s dreams changed her, sparking new passion.
Each step was like her first, slowly learning to walk again. Somehow her novice steps were strong, her confidence glowing bright. The honesty of her aura was empowering, inspiring, beautiful. The smile of acceptance slowly greeted her, and she felt the change, the hope, a waking dream. This was the beginning of a gift she’d always had. This was the dawning of her soul. This was her living the life she was meant for. This is truth of how one heart can touch another.
The crowd swallowed her. The bustle of busy minds wasting time surrounding her. Yet as she moved, each stopped for a moment, taking their first real breath. She held her calm among the noise of broken souls, each trained to follow, every step in line.
It was her submission, that was truly her rage against the dying light. It was her comfort, her acceptance of this fate, and her determination to burn brightly, that kept her until the final page, the last words of her story.
She believed in what cannot be certain, and seems unknown. She knew well what this day would bring, and not a tear would be shed in grief. She took her time, and let the thoughts that had flooded her mind calm and collect, to become memories of times she’d never regret.
Like sand to wet feet, the ink took to the pages, moving swiftly, but never rushed. Alas, her last action was simple, a single cut to the frailest stem. The red of rose, she felt no one admired, spread across her, it’s scent prominent. Laying down to rest, the last scent of her life dominated her insides; almost as a final battle against the poison that raged inside. Her eyes shut, and as the light died, a final breath of beauty escaped, and she was gone.
The sun’s light breaks anew, shedding rays upon a vacant face. She left with a smile and a single rose, but gave us what we needed to learn to continue. A broken heart slowly mends; a single tear drop finds it's end, meeting the page of smiles from the past, ones that if only in spirit will always last.
This once broken soul, takes from this, more than that girl could ever have wished.
Even in death, she still lives on, as another picks up the fight, and learns to carry on.
[April 24, 2005]