A bright light in the sky,
Growing weak and now gone.
The light has shone, giving brightness and hope to all who has seen it.
Many has wept, some are still weeping,
over the loss of the light.
As mourning,grieving and rememberance goes on,
new life springs forth like a seed opening up and sprouting.
As remnants of the light remain in those who have seen and experienced the light, the light within will grow and bear fruit.
A girl gets told off, multiple times in a day.
Was the telling off necessary? Or was it a unnecessary action on the part of the teller?
Nobody knows,except for the teller and the girl being told off.
The girl walked silently onwards, keeping a neutral face while crying on the inside.
Didn’t she tell the teller about what she was going through? Why was the teller still telling her off?
The girl’s heart was breaking but her will, albeit a weak one, kept on healing her heart when she got injured.
One day, she told herself, all this suffering will be no more.
She walks softly,
on the green grass,
thinking of the what if’s.
A time for joy,
A time for sorrow,
She recalls.
Vulnerability she has shown to others,
Yet healing is slow for her.
She recalls something that she has read,
some advice given by a woman.
All are part of the one source,
all are sacred.
She muses slowly over what she felt,
Sorrow and empathy She has felt.
She then realised that no one is at fault,
It’s all along a learning experience.
Giggling to herself, she skipped over to the end of the clearing and went into the water.
She calls out to Mother Earth,
and performs a healing spell unto herself.
Gathering the energy that’s left,
She sends the energy outwards-
to others who need it .