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ambrosia's writings of the heart
A time comes in everyone's life to decide which road to lead them onward.
That road now appears at my feet.
Though it almost seems as it is a cliff and not a road.
I stand at the very edge of the cliff,
Feeling the fresh, soft warm air fly through me,
taking every breath I can, as serenity fills me.
Closing my eyes. I feel another presence,something stirring about.
I turn slowly with a warming smile and look below me,
While feeling a fire burning in my soul.
I find a pool of ocean blue water, the deepest blue I have ever seen.
Watching the white caps rush against the shore.
I close my eyes once more feeling the warm air touching my soul.
Listening to the water and wind, as I feel a change inside me.
Wanting to break free, yearning to discover as the feeling grows hungrier.
Inhaling a deep breath and allowing all that fears me, escape me.
To feel this pureness, as it grows deeper, attaching to my soul.
I open my eyes slowly and turn to see the road appear.
I watch my feet take the step toward the road I now dare to take,
Something warm and familiar crosses me.
The relief of returning to my home.
I walk down that road ready to take upon any challenge.
Turning to look behind me and see my children running toward me.
I kneel down and with a loving smile and open arms.
Taking my children into my arms and walk down this road,
Knowingly what the future will bring.
But not feared and realizing one thing,
The woman who I am becoming once again.
Glancing out the window, seeing the darkness.
Watching as the rain, trickle down off the trees into puddles.
As she brought her fingers to caress at her neck,
Only to Feel the bareness and softness,
Yet her soul feels the violent storm overwhelm her.
Thoughts racing through her mind,
As the tears slide through her angered eyes.
Starring upon the oak tree branches,
dancing and swaying in the wind.
She turns and slowly walks outside
and stands in the middle of the field.
Crossing her arms over her heart
While the wet grass tickle at her feet.
Falling to her knees screaming her pain,
But no one can hear her screams but her.
They eat and tear at her soul,
While feeling the cold rain run down her bareness.
Once more she glances before her,
Seeing only one object placed in the darkness.
She picks up the hard, cold object and brings it to her full, wet lips.
Closing her eyes, tears flowing more fiercely,
Her lips caress the cold, hard object.
Suddenly an agonizing pain strikes at her.
She falls into the grass as she looks upon her own fingers.
To glance at the blood rolling across her own hands.
Looking down, only to see the dagger lay into her heart.
Silently, looking to the sky, she feels the numbness become her.
Laying alone in her tears which were shed from her soul.
the secrets of ambrosiamusic of the soula tribute to a wonderful artistthe dragon's aerie
