Light to Dark…Dark to Light

Her story.  Her life.  Her wants. Her needs.

She steps outside and views the growth of the water plants.  They are long and stringy.  Green with a glimpse of yellow.  They looks like alien antennas.  They sway from side to side as if there is not a worry in the world.

The preciousness of her eardrums hear the chirping of birds.  They are singing in her world.  They are singing to her beautiful soul.  They know she is one with nature.  They know her.  They swirl around her to let her know she is loved.  Oh these beautiful birds.  The fly as if the world is musical.  Their world of beautiful, not a worry in the world.  When she dies and becomes part of the universe, she wants to be that bird that flies around the sweet scent of air.

Oh life.  You have touched me like an Angel touching death.  She was falling.  There was darkness.  There he was.  He grabbed onto her leg.  He pulled her down.  He grabbed his pointer finger and spread darkness into her soul.   When she walked outside, she saw deep, dark clouds.  She felt bounded to the deepest cave.  It smelled of stale rotten bats.  She uplifted her arm to the highest opening of the mountain.  She could not reach.  She felt defeated.  He had a hold on her.  She kicked.  She screamed.  She tried to run away from death.  He breathed a wicked, foul smell onto her skin.  She reached and reached and reached…..

He took a step out to attach another soul.  She blinked and then blinked again.  She looked around and it was silent.  All she could hear was the beating of her heart.  “Bump, Bump, Bump”.  An immediate feeling of “run” overcame her.  Her eyes rolled up and she saw a blink of light.  She thought it disappeared forever.  It was blinking.  It was calling to her.  They flew down.  They pulled one arm up and then the other.  She felt as if she were an enlarged pumpkin being pulled out of a peanut shell.  They pulled harder and harder until the beating light poured warmth onto her.

It smiled at her.  It threw it rays onto her soul.  She shook her body to rid herself of dark spiders.  She opened it.  It was as if she was in bloom.

She forgot.  There is no memory.  She lost those thoughts.

She is now welcomed into the world of the sweet smell of the breeze.  She is welcomed into the view of nature.  Of green life awaiting to share their sprinkles.

Showers of laughter, spirits of happiness and expellments of life await her as she enjoys her world………..

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