Close Forever
Sorrow picks at her soul. She bows her head in pain. She suffers excruciating agony, all seems lost. She's about to die in her misery. The torment of the past floods into her memories. It feels like there's no one there to grab hold of her to help her find the light. No comfort. No joy. Just the sting of a time bygone. Time seems to tick like it's already stopped. The world is sheeted in a black blanket, and she can feel its choking hold.
Then comes a piercing hope. A joy that no one's felt. Her seemingly forever lasting hurt seems to suddenly fear. It wars with the exhilaration inside her. Then the twinge has passed its limits, and dreading to become a detainee of a crusade. The time's painful plodding is dispatched, and it reaches a high velocity.
The darkness marches its armies away, and the light reclaims its elated memories. Her heart is dancing a radiant gyrate. No wall can barricade her now. No torment can oppress her. No tribulation can win a war against her exuberance.
She knows that her dead is close. She knows she will always be there. She feels her dead's endearment and senses her help. Her dead loved one watches, shields, assists her. She can't discern her lost friend, but she can almost touch her. Her heart is overwhelmed with joy, and the tears sky dive from her eyes. She has a knowledge, a testimony. One day she'll be with her dead again. The lost has been found and she can discern her company. No, expiry cannot tear love apart.
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