Inside randiant joy, she can hear with her heart and with her ear the jubilation of a country. With fireworks behind her eyes she celebrates in her own way.
But coming to she stands alone again in a country that doesn't acknowledge the success of another. The snow sparkles innocently in the sun, the street serene on a sunday afternoon with no one about. Lik a sleeping chil unaware that there is a fire burning on the other side of town.
How is it that her heart can live in one place, but her body exists somewhere else so far away.
How long will her body last without its heart?
How long can she last being split so thoroughly in two.
Alone she leaves the sounds of horns and fireworks behind to move out into a frozen world.
Frozen herself for another time.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Wind
The wind came, and oh what a wind, lifting her hair from her neck and whispering wondrously marvelous things in her ears. Promises so grand even the wind could not keep them on its best day, and today no, today was not its best day. Silent to its entreaties she stayed on the balcony surveying the dankness of the streets beneath her. Gilded cages rotten beneath the pavement made only to crumble if she dared to step outside the walls. Silent she stayed until the wind moved on discouraged by her obstinacy.
No! she cried without sound gripping the railing with nerveless fingers. No, don’t leave!
And it returned obediently to brush across her skin again, holding out promises like peace offerings. Only its caress could ease her hidden heartache of years and years. Opening herself fully to the gusts the wind blew right through her bearing her pain away into the sky. Perfectly empty with nothingness she began to laugh at the wonder seeking out the clouds to find what happiness they carried in their bellies.
And finally smiling she did as the breeze bid her, setting her feet to the road outside the walls, one after the other in a straight line following its direction. Certain that at the end she’d find the paradise sought through the thousand heartaches before.
(c) Molly Elian 2008
No! she cried without sound gripping the railing with nerveless fingers. No, don’t leave!
And it returned obediently to brush across her skin again, holding out promises like peace offerings. Only its caress could ease her hidden heartache of years and years. Opening herself fully to the gusts the wind blew right through her bearing her pain away into the sky. Perfectly empty with nothingness she began to laugh at the wonder seeking out the clouds to find what happiness they carried in their bellies.
And finally smiling she did as the breeze bid her, setting her feet to the road outside the walls, one after the other in a straight line following its direction. Certain that at the end she’d find the paradise sought through the thousand heartaches before.
(c) Molly Elian 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
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