The pearls of vanishing,
Reached an aged body, haunted by diseased thoughts.
Pearls arrived from a distant port,
Shining amid lost memories, they sought.
Freshly wrapped wounds reopened, stinging pain,
The past somehow repeating itself again.
The body yearning to feel well,
Rolled in the dark waters with the pearls' spell.
As the pearls scattered in the water's depth,
It sank to the bottom, giving up the fight for breath.
No longer striving to survive,
Submission and acceptance now alive.
When its eyes opened, it found itself far away,
For the first time, it truly felt alive, they say.
A door with a golden embroidered center, blue,
A keyhole in its midst, an old key hanging, too.
The door that could be opened with ease,
A few steps back, never forward, it believes.
Forward burned its soul, forward wounded its heart,
Maybe this time, the door should open, a new start.
The door swung open, revealing the unknown,
Lost memories entwined with colorful pearls that shone,
Seahorses and sea fairies dancing in glee,
Wisdom, oblivion, happiness, and tears, all free,
Together in the realm beyond the door,
A passage that told everything and more.
This door was a gateway to the soul,
Helped the being find itself and become whole.
Whenever it reached this door, they say,
That's when it found true happiness's ray.
