The Strong
It's all grey to me, the days of deliverance of peace and tranquility. Falling from the sky like a dove's first flight, from the cage to the womb of wind. Close your eyes, it only takes a second to feel free as the snow white doves flying towards the setting sun. Your body carried by the wind in that pure second of brilliance, of rejuvenation, of joy. Was this in your sober plan, or something just sitting in the back of your mind? What would you really have done? No one knows. Your memories a wavering sea of black and grey, your eyes no more see the lights as they would have been. You struggle not to change and you fight to understand, only to slowly disappear and become forgotten in this cold cruel world. You only want the little things, the familiar things, the warmth of human hands, the love of another, the want of care, to know you are loved and not lost. The world brings her down like an arrow through a dove, red on white, it cripples and cries. Never to kiss the sweetness...