By Fire's Dying Light
By Fire’s Dying Light
It was once said that hope is one of the cruellest tricks that can be given to anyone. It makes people yearn, reach out, and leave the comfort zones they have created for themselves.
I lived in such a place, surrounded by darkness to keep people from getting too close, and wore the mask of happiness to stop people from seeing me as anything more than the happy clown who made everyone laugh.
Whatever cruel tricks life threw at me; hope was one I did not allow to gain a foothold within my fragile yet safe existence. The darkness had protected me for long enough, and no such cruelty would be allowed in.
But as we become most comfortable in our lives, something slips by as complacency sets in. Perhaps once more, we allow ourselves to dream, to love, to let some light enter our lives and brighten the dark.
The light came when I least suspected it, when I thought I had found a comfortable place and no longer cared about such things. Life was one night after another of pointless chatter and vacant minds.
Slowly but surely, my life filled with laughter and happiness. I fought so hard against it, carrying the pain of the past and the secrets I thought would destroy me. Yet, it was becoming so wonderful.
Time spent sleeping were moments not spent with her, just cruel moments of silence in my suddenly noisy and wonderful world. I counted the seconds until I could be with her again, until the light of my fire would force the darkness away.
Suddenly, I felt so special. My fears drove deeper into the darkness as her light grew stronger and stronger, washing over me as she moved effortlessly past each defence, I had spent so many years building to protect myself.
Even when my darkest secret came to light, she forgave me. It made me stand taller than ever before. After so many lies and deceptions in the past, I had truly found someone who understood and cared.
But like hope is cruel, life is no fairy tale. No matter how hard I tried, I could not prevent the bright shining light of my fire from beginning to flicker and grow weaker as she slipped further and further away.
Now, I sit with memories and promises of things I do not understand anymore. I live within her grace and try to feel her comfort as I once did, sitting within the fire’s dying light.
It was once said that hope is one of the cruellest tricks that can be given to anyone. It makes people yearn, reach out, and leave the comfort zones they have created for themselves.
I lived in such a place, surrounded by darkness to keep people from getting too close, and wore the mask of happiness to stop people from seeing me as anything more than the happy clown who made everyone laugh.
Whatever cruel tricks life threw at me; hope was one I did not allow to gain a foothold within my fragile yet safe existence. The darkness had protected me for long enough, and no such cruelty would be allowed in.
But as we become most comfortable in our lives, something slips by as complacency sets in. Perhaps once more, we allow ourselves to dream, to love, to let some light enter our lives and brighten the dark.
The light came when I least suspected it, when I thought I had found a comfortable place and no longer cared about such things. Life was one night after another of pointless chatter and vacant minds.
Slowly but surely, my life filled with laughter and happiness. I fought so hard against it, carrying the pain of the past and the secrets I thought would destroy me. Yet, it was becoming so wonderful.
Time spent sleeping were moments not spent with her, just cruel moments of silence in my suddenly noisy and wonderful world. I counted the seconds until I could be with her again, until the light of my fire would force the darkness away.
Suddenly, I felt so special. My fears drove deeper into the darkness as her light grew stronger and stronger, washing over me as she moved effortlessly past each defence, I had spent so many years building to protect myself.
Even when my darkest secret came to light, she forgave me. It made me stand taller than ever before. After so many lies and deceptions in the past, I had truly found someone who understood and cared.
But like hope is cruel, life is no fairy tale. No matter how hard I tried, I could not prevent the bright shining light of my fire from beginning to flicker and grow weaker as she slipped further and further away.
Now, I sit with memories and promises of things I do not understand anymore. I live within her grace and try to feel her comfort as I once did, sitting within the fire’s dying light.
