Braeden, our Heroine, loved to run through
fields when she was a child.
The sun and the flowers smelled and felt so
wonderful and she loved to lie in the grass with
her friend Madeline and watch the never-ending
display of clouds in the sky.
They would braid flower stems into wreathes and
wear them in their hair like princess’s, and rub
flower petals on their skin to smell beautiful.
As she laid there in the sun, intoxicated by its
warm, she couldn’t help but feel that someone
somewhere loved her, even though that someone
was hard to see.
Deep in her heart she knew and dreamed of love,
and had no doubt that someday she would find it.
The gray counterfeit loomed back out of site,
The Love I’ve Been Waiting For?
She met Justin when she was 10 and now he was
her best friend. She was now 15 and trusted him
with everything, even her deepest fears.
It was late that night and the party was going
strong. Alcohol flowed through her veins
and her thoughts became cloudier as the hours
progressed. His mind became hazy as he
watched her dance; he had always thought she was
attractive. In the act of the moment
he suggests to go to her place afterwards.
The night is a blur.
Waking up that morning she remembers what had
happened. She feels miserable as her feet
hit the cold wood of her bedroom floor. She
stands and stares into the mirror in a numb
trance trying to understand the expression
looking back at her. Sifting her fingers
through her hair she combs the tangles out in
some effort to fix the matted mess. She
stops and touches her face, reluctant to accept
the truth of the night.
She can’t believe what happened.
Wrapping her arms around herself she crawls back
into bed hoping to get warm, but the blankets
only warm what they can touch. Inside her
heart is sick for what she gave. A dark
gray voice whispers to her in cold and taunting
words “You’re alone.”
Braeden covers her face with her hands as tears
come down. In her mind the voice still
“What’s the point now Miss Braeden? It
appears you’ve lost love's war.”
The Point of No Return
So many people have come into this place…I call
it “the point of no return”, or at least that’s
how we perceive it.
Love feels more about a game of "I'll give you
this if you'll just hold me." We are so
lovesick for intimate acceptance of who we are.
Those romantic longings in our hearts of being
covered in stardust with our one true
love...well...the stardust begins to fade...