The blinding light fades;
my feet touch the ground.
Mountains grace the distance;
an ethereal presence reigns.
I want to walk nearer to them;
each step is like walking on blades.
Why can’t I walk without this hurting?
I think to myself.
A voice immediately replies;
“You must believe.”
The pain was near unbearable;
yet I kept walking on.
A river is soon winding;
glistening like diamonds.
Looking so refreshing,
I want to dip my feet in.
My attempt is quickly halted;
the water is like broken glass.
Why can’t I walk without this hurting?
I think to myself again.
A voice immediately replies;
“You must believe.”
The pain was near unbearable still;
yet I kept walking on.
Each step was more intense,
more agonizing than the next.
I finally surrender and fall,
crashing into the solidity.
Yet a being is hovering over,
reaching a hand down to me.
“You must believe,”
he says once more to me.
“I do believe,”
I reply, taking his hand.
The grass suddenly became soft,
just like a blanket of the purest silk.
The angel smiles warmly to me,
leading me towards the mountains.
I hold his hand and follow along,
each step more beautiful than before.
















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if i stop myself before loving again, am i stopping myself from the greater pain as well..or only causing more of it?
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