As a rule, nowadays, I am viewed as a spiritualist, if we might call it that. Even I, at times, forget that I am an artist first. An author. A person who finds joy in giving words the power to paint a picture. Hopefully a picture that stirs the depths of the reader's soul.
I have found that, when the painter of words within me is silent, busy with the days, it will finally rise at midnight, spewing words into the room too fast for me to catch and place on paper. On this night I caught them. Laid them carefully together in a row. Allowing them the freedom to paint their story. I give them now to those who enjoy .. 'just words' upon paper.
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There came a midnight moment. Your soul, standing in the shadows, wakes me. Your presence brings the question back to me. The one I've asked myself so many times. Abandoned when no answer came.
Do the ones who cause harm lay awake in stagnant pools of memories? Or is it only the wounded ones who keep the night awake?
I refuse to ask the question of your soul again. I stare at you. Waiting. Will you speak?
As your silence fills the room I understand that it is your silence I must hear. I begin to hear your dread. Your soul replays the harm it's done. It drips with pain, filling the room with ancient tears.
It is then that I realize that we are separate. Perhaps we always were, though we often spoke of being one. I have moved away. Behind me is the ocean of tears. The bloody ribbons of memories and tangled words lay on the shore of what was.
The presence of your soul stirs mine and I begin to breathe again. Perhaps for the first time, really, since you chose to give me your sword instead of your truth. I am free. Wings made of light touch me. Lift me. I realize they are my own.
Floating in my soul's own light, I watch your silence as though it is tangible. Oh, wait. It is. You are gripped by the iron-strong steel of your own resolution.
I understand now. Your presence. Your soul. It has come to me to find it's freedom.
I cannot give you freedom. I can only tell you that it's already yours.
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