AMEETHYST

Terrified and terrorized, my dreams are numb. Love, for some reason, has always stayed dumb. Why did life have so many twists and turns? So cold the world; yet it burns, the hearts, the souls and the forest of freedom. Now, I offer my hands to the shades, the shades of grief; of disbelief. I offer my hands, to the monuments of myriad mirages, to the chaotic substance of trust, galvanized with love, yet vulnerable to lust. I offer my hands, to the unforgiving purgatory of reality. I submit to the power beyond insanity. I was infinite, yet confined to my self. Now I am free. Because I’ve offered my hands, to the shades of glee.

You never know how to deal with a loss, from the moment you lose. The only thing we’ll know, is pain, anguish, and sorrow of knowing that the person won’t be here tomorrow. We grieve, mourn and weep, we try to unravel every memory out of the deep corners of our soul. We stop believing and keep bereaving. His voice echoes infinitely, his light shines brightly. The life, as we knew it, is no more around us. The mirror broke, yet it spoke a million words. He stays on the other side now, reflecting on our lives. He has not passed away, but has passed on his life, his light, his learning and wisdom in a new vessel. The vessel crawls, shrieks, giggles, falls. We fall apart, and we fall in love with the new life. yet, the loss is never forgotten. We cannot stop the teardrops. We cannot disband the emotional bond. We can, however, love him forever for all he did, all he was, and all he has left behind. ...