Prolouge:
It was only a year for the spring to settle,
The winds to pick up the old spots of dust in my living hell.
I would wait for decades in my personal cell of hate
wondering if my salvation depended on my dreams
I was suffering emotional starvation and on the brink of delerium
Until she came to me from the skies
Helping me remember what was real, What was true
What was wholesome to the planet and it’s kin.
She held me, the younger version of me, so freash and new
I wanted nothing but impure thoughts with her,
And she forgiving enough to let me do so.
And helped me realize that It’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to remember the good and force out the negative
So If all this is true, this helpful, personal angel of mine
One of the five elements,
fire out of air, fire, water, earth, and etheric,
Then why?
Why haven’t I changed.
She took my hand and lead me to my other sides
And gave up her last breath of life to show me
That love was the control of all raw emotions
And there I held her
And she phased away into the night
Telling me to be strong through her pale garnet eyes of light.
And I sat on the marble with my palms in my eyes.
And I remembered what she told me:
It's okay to cry.
So I did.