The Intimidating Woman

      Once upon a time, there was a compassionate girl... The girl had so much heart, she meddled with the Gods of love. Playing games around there sacred ceremonies and poking fun at the seriousness of Fate Handling. So they tried to rid the girl of her large heart and decided to send her false suitors and mates.  As the years passed her heart dwindled... And where her heart sat only a small ice block remained. A stumpy remnant where her love used to lie. Frozen in time. She became a bitter Crone. She grew feeble of this. She traveled to the highest mountain she could scale and at the top she declared... roaring... She would never love again. She would never fall smitten. Never would she be punished by infatuation. No enchantments. No fervor. No sentiments. NEVER. Tears cascading down her pale, pain bitten cheeks. And with her vow conceded, she crumbled to her knees. For years she sat atop that mountain cursing the heavens and the hands of love. Her howling so loud ...

     In a forlorn world of indistinguishable roses, you were the delicacy. With your disheveled petals and your mortal thorns. I reflected on preservation; wanting to cover you in glass and abstain the lurking and observed elements.     Your beauty left me staggered. Your soul spoke of vigor and tenacity. Your heart wept and howled it's mighty tenderness in secrecy. it was this that prompted me to survey the gardens. Bewildered I was positioned in the midst of calamity. For the garden retained only monotonous copies of one another. There was no viability there. But when i bent me head to the sunrise; it was in the colors i bore witness to your petals. In the sting of the midnight stars I watched your docile thorns. It was in the birth of the sun that you manifested yourself... amidst all of the divination and alchemy I gawked in reverence. For you were my rose and there stood no other like you.  "A modest ode to the Prince and his Creator"

      I knew a man, like the back of my hand (which once held a small cute freckle). I knew his name, his story and i shared his present. I revered this man. I held him so close to my heart that without him there, I felt as if there was no safety. My endearment and worship was cut short after 19 years. The bitterness of death's cold grip had snuffed out the golden light i shrouded that man in; and in the quietness of one beings sleep, he slipped away from the cruelty of this world.     It had felt as though when his life ended as did mine with it. I fell from the warmth of that golden light right into a bottle of whatever proof i could land in. Nobody prepares you for death. There is no manual for grievance. Your heart and your mind become tangled and your breathing becomes shallow, then your body runs off instinct. This is when your mistakes happen, when you're spinning out of control trying to find the Earth because the Universe is suffocating you.  ...