Have you ever felt Trapped,stuck,unsure,wary,weary,*Anxious*devoid of clear decesion? This is where I am at this moment in time,having caused rifts in the waters of life,a wake upon the shores.wanting the journey to end,to find that one final place of peace on earth before the Grande master makes the decesion of my final resting arena and we compare notes and I am shown the ultimate in humbled arrogance.
I am missing the one true love of my life.my wife,whom I have loved with a passion,at times,regertfully,painfully, betrayed,at times taken for grated,yet she has has stayed,with only her unconditional love as anchor.Why is it we hurt the ones we love,and the ones whom love us most?I am just a man,who's decesions are made with the best of heart,sometimes blind by the struggle of the inner selves.Yes Selves.For I have always had the good vs evil,the call to show strength in any advent,with the counter of softness of heart to battle.a collosion and fight that comes before I see it,overwhelming and blinding,but now less erratic,less inconspicuous,but on ocassion,it rises .An upon the rising it weilds the swords of a blind man with his 6th sense primed for destruction,raging,slashing,a marksman that has but one goal,and that goal is victory.Have no mercy is this Tempest's motto,kill or be killed,he lives to see the slain suffer.He wants his blood and the blood he will see through the his path of darkness.... The battle now over,he feels drained,weak,misplaced,numb and confused.His vision is now returning,his ears hearing the crys of the slain clearly now,he turns back towards the field where moments ago he flurished in victorty.What does he see? what does he feel? What is coming into focus,unerves him,his streghth now gone turns to sickness,his stone heart crumbles like stale bread in the hands of God.For what he see's now is that through his blind arrogant rage of destruction,he has killed his true heart.She lies wonded deeply,still breathing,tears flooding her face.She looks upon him,gaving deep into his soul,long past his eyes,and she alone tears it to shreads.She musters the strenghth for one last Battle,she now cuts with the blade,only her blade is truth,and truth cuts deeper,harder,more acutely than any weapon in his arsenal.For you see he had forgotten that during his inner battles,she rises with him,her demons to are summoned,and behind her deamons follows her heart.Her deamons were mainfested by another and she walks behind keeping them in check,as she knows what,who, caused them,what they can do,unlike him who lets his deamons rise to lead.He ,now empty looks around for pity,a kind,understanding heart,but there is none to be found,no comfort shall he find as he stands alone,a result of his own hands.He turns to her,pleading,his eyes wet,trembling inside,he can only hope,pray that she can still the spark.The spark that brought her to him in the first place.The spark that she has hung onto time and again,through all and every stuggle with self he has made her endure.Reaching out for the hundreth time,she carressesforgivin,He has been shown the mercy of her gift,her strength.Unconditional Love.
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