I once married a young man… one who is now lost, and one who has now lost my earnest trust… lives in a “bubble” of his own, away from the echoes of the real world… doesn’t know what he truly wants and thinks that maybe, just maybe if the bubble bursts or if he realizes that I might still be the one with whom he wishes to walk through this everlasting path of roses and thorns, I would still be here, hoping for his return at the end of a lonesome dawn… yes, I’ve watched you grow cold, imprisoned by your own frustrations, swallowed by your built-in uncertainties, with an empty look of victimization and indifference… pushing me to the very blink of my feelings of solitude, anguish and pain until I finally released you from my suffocating claws and what it now seems to have turned into nothing more than a “family” cage.
I married a young man… once so caring, so in love… one who seemed to shelter me from my dark little world and thoughts, and shine a light of hope through me… I was young too, had gone through more than a mind and soul could bear, a mended heart at that… was afraid to let my heart go, to believe there could be a true partner out there, in this empty world of fake smiles and careless souls… one stretching out his strong, promising arms, just for me… I invited you in… you held my face between the warmth of your palms, looked into my eyes and there you were… shining just for “us”…
Countless smiles and tears, shared dreams and pains, a loving, yet at times, wounded embrace… the creation of two pure blessings, and a home built on faith among the many thorns pleading to break into its fragile space… gone… all gone… has one thorn finally found its way?
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