~ Exploring Love ~

In All Its Diversity…

In All Its Diversity…

April is national poetry month. I love to read poetry, but I don’t especially like to write it. I tend to be a bit long winded, and my poems are more like prose. I am more of a storyteller and love to offer images, descriptions, and something that strikes the soul. As a romance writer, I want to explore the different types of love in my prose such as intrapersonal love, familial love, love between friends. and that all-consuming romantic love. “Enter Out” explores love from the perspective of loss, loneliness, self-imprisonment, and the possibility of having the courage to walk through another door after love is lost.

I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think in the comments. I’d love to hear your perspective.

Enter  Out

When dawn comes there is no sun.  The horizon remains blank, dark, and abysmal.  It is the time of between.  This time it is an entrance, an open door to another chance.  Another window is left open, as a door closes.  The night fades into dull gray light, while the song of the day possesses a nocturnal quiescence.

Falling into despair, a longing builds in her soul; the feeling like a racing bullet flashing and burning through flesh to pierce the hollowed innards; a spirit to drain, a fallow field to salt, and a longing so deep and biting the winds of the Sahara dare not blow within its sphere.  And still the world continues to turn, she thinks, as something begins to coalesce before her eyes.

All is closed within and without; no entrance, nor exit, a solid place to be imprisoned.  It is she who forms the cage that holds her captive.  It is she who set up the bars, painted them a brilliant blue, sees the horizon only from a painting in the room.  It is she who pretends realism.  And the world will turn to dust at her feet if she makes herself walk from the prison of her making into the light she hadn’t seen since she left love and life behind for confinement. 

Wait!  There are no doors here.  She made sure of that.  Yet, there is one here now.  A shimmering door of golden light is presented to her in the core of her solitary confinement.  Can despair be so easily uncloaked?  Can she trust herself to step forward and pull as eagerly at the handle of love as she wishes?

She can’t!  She curls in the corner; her knees to her chest; her arms wrapped around her legs and her head nestled atop her knees for comfort. Tears slowly fall down her cheeks as the door to a freedom she’s never known opens before her eyes.

Now, all she needs is the courage to walk through that open door.

Till next we meet, stay well & keep creating!

CSA

E-mail: csa30@icloud.com

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