Memories in the Rain~ my story with Lightening bolts
Memories in the Rain :“I remember we crossed paths a long time ago”
I was sulking in my own skin as the cold rain hit my bare skin. Yet it wasn’t the rain that burned me so bad. It was my body and my soul who had betrayed me once again. I tried to lift my grief-stricken body off the floor and drag my feet back home yet it seemed too heavy to get in motion when your soul wasn’t ready to settle down. I dragged my rug for a body down the dark streets with little tears on my cheeks. I didn’t even bother to look around and see that I was being followed. This time the hammering of the rain on the little tin roofs was interrupted by the lightening that deafened my ears and caught me off guard. And suddenly I was sulking, burning, and drowning in heat and pain that got me tumbling in an alternate world.
I felt every drop of rain on my body and every single nerve twitch in soreness and agony. Each droplet of hate sent electricity down my spine making me weep in despair yet my cries were my own. It seemed that time passed so quickly or maybe so slow that I lost the sense of time. I dozed through the pain telling myself I was a fallen angel fighting for the light, fighting to survive nothing more . Yet as my mournful eyes drowned into the darkness I felt the cold and its treacherous claws cutting through my skin through my rib cage. Wherever its little fingers touched turned ice-cold. I felt its finger tips surround my heart and try to crush it. I felt the burning through my core as saw my will give in to the pain. The darkness kept its promise. It shut me out of the world and added to my agony. Sometimes the shadow’s madam sent her little minions after me, making me tremble in fear. Sometimes I could feel their little claws down my neck, on my body touching, and sometimes their blazing poisonous tongues down my bare skin. I felt violated, and raped by the dark. I felt lots of sensations that kept me on the edge. I must have cried hard that night, that he must have heard my yelps while walking home. All what I saw was an angel with black strands of long hair sticking to his face, with emerald eyes and with an angel’s voice he spoke so softly in my ear as he chased the demons away and said “ Don’t worry you will make it. Now stay with me and keep your eyes in mine.”
We crossed paths long time ago but your path collided with mine. You took me in just like a stray dog & made some space for me in your heart.
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