Heart Ship! the quest for forbidden love.
With the lightning crashing down all around me, the lights light up the wreckage that once was my pride and joy. Every flash holding a dark grim picture of holes cracks and broken banisters. A mast lay broken with the sails torn to shreds, just like myself. Tears welling up at the sight of defeat I grip tighter the wheel till my hands turn a pale white.
How could one take 6 years of a life, like that? Who would return to a man who she tried to run away from for so long? I have seen it all now. I crossed the seven seas and the eight has become my last.
All I could do was watch her from a distance left with nothing but the clothes I wore. While the wood of the deck beneath me crumbled. Holding on to the last piece standing upright as the waves raged down on us. The darkest day is here and I am going down with the ship. It is a matter of time now before realisation kicks in. Betrayed and deceived for months. And I did not even know it. Lighting up the hatred for those who cheat, while the body freezes in the rain and roaring waves. Tears washed away. My scars that run deeper than skin, burning with the salt inside.
Nobody should go through this; none would understand the devastation a lie could make. As the final piece beneath me brakes in half, making, what once was my heart sink. The Yellow rose is no more and it is the sea of sorrow and loneliness that swallowed me whole. Darkness surrounding me as cold numbs the body and senses. The last light of the lightning slowly disappearing at the surface, as I sink deeper into the abyss. Six years lasted this journey and it became the journey to a forbidden love. It may never should have been but it was. And now slowly like the warmth so do the memories slowly fade away leaving me with tears of a life lost.
My future is uncertain. And it may take a while before I crawl back from the bottom of the ocean and maybe one day feel the sun warm my skin again. Rest assured that while I overcome the ordeal of getting solid footing underneath me, I be smiling from the bottom of a cold world. Knowing it can only get better.
This is the End of a six year journey, a heart ship. It is known now as the quest for forbidden love. Thank you for reading. The wooden heart for now still undergoing repairs as nails are still sticking out and cracks need to be closed. All the while it is drying and rotting from all the water it absorbed. Washed up on a beach I wonder and write you this story, maybe one day, maybe someday I will set out to sail again.
It will be quiet for a couple of Saturdays before picking up another story. It had a hard time remembering all these moments, though some good days have been there in abundance i cannot help feeling betrayed. Would I do it again? I would do it again in an instant if my heart told me to. It is life as I know it, it can kick like a mule and hit you with a brick wall, but one has to follow their hearts and come back stronger. Have a wonderful weekend.