Chronicle 23

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More of me. I fell for love and love failed me. I know what it feels like to be devastated. Your heart, battered so hard and bruised so deeply, that your soul has been bruised and broken. To feel all the leight and beauty of life, and to have is sucked into a black hole of pain and despair.

It feels endless. It takes days, months and years. To climb out of that hole again. And when you do, you learn that you have lost parts of yourself there. A heavy, numbness that never feels right again. And in the process, you have those that take advantage. That push and pull and bruise you even more under their thumbnails.

I fell so many times, faced so much pain and horror, before pulling myself out of that hole. Nine years of what felt like self-destruction and abuse. But I made it out. And my leight, bruised and burned and dimmed to an illusion of what it used to be. Has survived me by a daughter. A joy, a miracle and the definition of true Magick.

Children, my human children, to pass on a piece of me, on this earth, that will forever be left behind as my leight. A piece of me, to this world that has become mine.

© 2013, Aelfwynn MacGregor, AMB

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