Mesmerising memories of a forgotten place and time. The edges of emotions run through privileges unkind. An untold story of lost hero’s as they walk amongst the clouds. It’s one of these old prevailing love stories that come crashing down to the ground. Can you seize the moment of passage? I wonder where you’re going to. Glimpse there from a world of fun, the throbbing feeling was pressing down and strident against my lungs. I could no longer breathe properly when I was feeling this way. I knew I needed to do something, but I didn’t know what. So I saw the mirror images flash in front of my eyes, and they made me teary eyed. I was about to cry, I was almost ready to lose all hope through the pain, this numbness was corroding me and corrupting my mind. I was trying to contend with an agonising threading that was running through my veins.
Running around an impassive ether I could feel nothing but a knife edge crippling my heart, it was a hard hitting feeling that was crunching down on my brain. I was trying to find an escape route, but I couldn’t. I was spinning around in circles untold, stories forgotten and that was something I had to struggle with.
Cold tender feeling, it was there and wouldn’t go. I felt frozen to the core. I felt a whole wave of emotions being thrown my way.
There’s a place in my heart for this moment of chances. Honestly. Honesty could make amends.
Someone so deeply cared for which caused so much pain, a needle stabbing away through my chest.
Pulling my hands together behind my back, I was being dragged forward and pushed and prodded around, around, around. Needless to say my mirror images were content to be falling apart, they were crumbling. There monochrome serenity was within, but there presence no longer scared me. It was no longer the same torture – I had through about it for a while now, and it was a crack across the photograph that made me realise something. Avoiding the need to let it fade away…
© Amara Hope Melechi
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