I stepped into the cool pool, and walked down waist high. My clothing welded to my body, every fiber soaking up the pond. I let myself float there, closed my eyes, and let my mind take me away. I needed answers. I needed to be sure of myself. Of him.
I was inside my garden, full of exotic plants and life filled the place, floor to ceiling. My greenhouse. My sanctuary.
My mind.
"Hello?" I called. I felt alone here, but it couldn't be. I knew my angel had to be here. To guild me and tell me if I was right for what I was doing. But yet I felt so alone. Not a single presence lurked the confines of my spiritual realm. Nothing but the animals
coming of age poem_old by Tamashii--CHIBI, literature
Literature
coming of age poem_old
Off so distant lies three light houses
Guiding the lost and the broken.
Not near water, but in a lonely desert
One to misguide deeper into darkness, one to lead down a path of loneliness, the last to happiness, love, and light.
There once was a small child
All alone in this dark, desolate desert
Simultaneously searching for her secret light house
Trying to cope with the pain in her soul
Never knowing where to go, where to turn.
Wandering the dark alone.
The pain and sorrow welling up inside, tears steam.
I watch her like an angel, a ghost, and cant do a single thing.
The fog sets in, and the child loses her light she was sea