Prose & Poetry

I felt very alone...like many of you.

Now I'm not as lonely. And it's because of all of you. Everyone who has seen this site, whether you have written me or not, makes me realize I am not alone.

Pure

She comes out of the forest of darkness to find the sunlight;
Waiting
Inviting.
The water as Pure as the new born child;
Innocent
Unknowing.
She looks into the clear depth of the water.
As she looks she see's what she's become.
Hard, cold eyes stare back at her.
The eyes of pain.
They have seen and been through much.
Yet, she can see through them just as she can see throught the spring water.
Rain falls from her eyes.
She realizes she's no longer pure, because she knows.
Her father has taught her well.
Taught her of many things one should never have to know.
As she looks into the water, she looks into her soul.
Yet, there it is not so clear.
It is clouded by hatred.
Hatred for life's little lessons...only taught by painful expereinces.
She flinches at the sight of what she's become.
Rain falls from ths sky, and clouds fill her heart.
She plunges into the water to which she is condemed.
The flowers die, the birds don't sing...and the humans weep.

Alone

Dark.
All around dark...
Cold.
Alone.
She looked around
Dark.
The dead leaves swirled at her feet.
The wind chilled her to the bones.
She was empty.
Empty.
Nothing.
Alone.
Cold was the wind that bit through her.
Cold was her heart and soul.
Frozen was her face.
Frozen in a state of sadness that would never leave.
She remembered when there was sunlight,
the field was green,
the flowers,
the warmth,
the love.
Dead.
Dead was everything now.
Her heart.
Her soul.
The field.
The flowers.
The love.
Dead.
Dead was her soul.
She hated all now.
All who had left her there.
To die alone.
To die alone and cold.
With only the wind to talk to.
She still sits in teh field.
The dead leaves swirling at her feet.
Alone, Cold, and Dead.