Lessons of Love
(written by: shadowsoul)
March 08th, 2011
Slow, persistent pushing against mineself,
oh certainly the clanging links of change showed no weak link.
ringing and voices in my head met, by me, with an abundance of tart;
hysteria boiled up inside upon realizing i could not rid myself of that chain
(with its anchor firmly embedded; half in my dreams, half in my heart).
Could I prize myself from being so deaf upon these ears?
Throughout the first half extrication of it would not walk through my door,
but merely flash before my eye's within the distant figures i physically and eagerly shook hands with.
Each, obviously, a representation:
Roots were but a duty to transcend and so was friendship, really.
The anchor, tore into both as it was; no wonder i could not find strength to release!
So virulent seemed my dream to my heart;
desolution creeped in once i came to understand they were to each other.
I learned that’s what happens when the sail hands hold when there's release; something somewhere breaks.
Disrespect of the wind yields only perpetual hardships; come now, how else would those flags of yours be flying!?
Against each other those changing links tore, broke and clattered away, taking with it wood and railing.
This is what happens when a team has different horizons marked and compassed upon the map.
Change, wise and unyielding, walked with a slow clunk, clunk, clunk into the room and set it all too sombre.
Sitting in my drifting, damaged vessel i watched the sky sail the clouds on by.
Closed eye's and prayers with a whole lot of spite against the damage held me through.
Repair was made in a dramatic and most honestly-heartfelt manner;
Never again, i swore, to push against myself; this i would never do!
Up to the dock i had marked and compassed,
I walked across the planks to the fields of fruit yielding labour;
My dream of a garden where there would be time for growing, nurturing and feast.
Dirty nails, aching back and a freedom i couldn’t seem to immediately place.
In either loneliness or control, all I knew was that I could not grow the whole garden alone.
After sometime, and some vegetation had grown from my labours,
The finest maiden walked along my fence.
Answering to my request and joining me in the garden.
A glimmer in my eye's she said showed her something she'd been needing...
The experience of pushing against oneself and the lesson;
When you sail for your dreams, while your love sails for theirs
and yet you share the same vessel and refuse to accept this,
will you eventually be torn apart with damage left.
So choose and accept; never push against yourself.
What we saw we shared from it was a resolve to never repeat.
She had been dreaming of building the same garden as I
Now, under the colours of sky and sun we work together,
Merrily aiding and letting-to-be each other as is needed.
Teaching and feeding each other the fruits of our labour,
Truly now our freedom is one of peace and promise.
Being fully prized from deafness finally,
I realize from where the ringing and voices were coming; They were a warning!
It was the groan of the wood under the pressure; the knocking of the chain before breaking.