(Banner Credit: Bitter Berry )
She sat there, as a shadow of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, to watch subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
Grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold her, the mirrors, how to reflect her and the walls how to contain her!
Grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks on the door or rings the bell, a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust, a house that buries itself deep in the ground, while everyone is in slumber.
Faith is a house where the new zephyr will soothe your heart, an innocent smile will invoke interest in life, where the small kid will grow older than the oldest one, where the doors no longer let you in or out because of their non-existence!
Listen to the must-not, child! Listen to the don'ts!
Listen to the shouldn't, the impossible, the won't's.
Listen to the never haves…
….then come to me... for I am your fate! Anything can happen, child! Anything to lift your spirit….
BitterBerry
