on a passage...

"with all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."

- DESIDERATA, Max Ehrmann

dreams may be broken and things may strike you as surreal.
cracked pots and shattered glasses.

the rain hitting you in shreds...slowly, almost as if a feather has touched your soul.
and then the heaviness would begin its descend.

first like lead, boring you down with its weight and then it slices your being from the very tips of your hair down to the smallest of your toe.

and then you bleed. and wonder.
even the soul wanders.
and then you get into thinking if it would ever come back again.

the world becomes one whole playground of lights and shadows.
colors would dodge from here and there and everything else was bland.
it was neither night or day or day and night. because limbo has become your abode.
the gray becomes your salvation and it resembles whatever is left in your concept of bliss.

even the blood that seemed to ooze from the nailbed of your fingers seem to be fascinatingly colorless. denied of the reds that palpitates with life. with nary a trace of health's pinkish blush.

and then one day the soul is reunited with the body.
the mind gets remarried to the brain.
life pulses with spirit.
and once more - the concept of love, life, bliss and faith reverberates inside the chambers of your heart. thumping and throbbing. dancing madly in every living cell of your body. encapsulated and in dire need of release, it comes of first in a smile. then in a sigh. and then colors raptured before your very eyes.

yes, one is reborn.
healing is possible.

happiness floats. and then it hovers over one's head.
waiting to kiss the foggy-eyed balloon of sadness that has curled into a perfect cloud.

like a butterfly it floats there, here and then there again.
its candy-colored wings bursting with sweetness that waits to land on the parched-cracked lips of a beloved who has awaken from despair.

i smiled. i am that beloved.
today, i smile.
today, i embrace nightfall with arms open wide. pretty much like a lover getting reunited with her lost love.
today i will cup night's face and plant kisses on its face. thankful.

reunions are sweeter when peace is cradled and faith bids you to a restful slumber with a promise of a better tomorrow.