Will the ending be beautiful?

last day of the tulip

When one invisions the moving of time in their lives, one imagines beautiful things.

How hard, when what is supposed to be beautiful, gets twisted and shaded.

When the pain comes and all one wants is mercy and relief.

When thoughts repeat, louder and louder, till one has no choice than to respond.

The facade is blown.


This is just a chapter though.

Will the ending be beautiful?

Promises waiting !

The earth like my soul awaits for the renewal of spring, after being blanketed by the cold grey days of winter. Having been held firmly and fiercely in it’s grip, smothering the life breath from it’s lungs. Heart fighting to beat against the constriction of it’s chest.

Waiting for the sun to melt the icy grip away. To chase the darkness, and shadows back to the outside of the fortress walls. Waiting for the colours of life to return. Waiting for the warm breeze to revive the princess’s hope and joy.

Come quickly light of life, the darkness threatens to completely overtake!