Perseverance



By Jasmine "AJ Writer" Rivers
Perseverance


He loves her. His soul burns for the passion that he can't reach and it seems as though he's fighting an endless battle. He won't give in to the cries of self-consciousness and abuse that have consumed her. Those cries hide her beauty and weaken the love that he desperately tries to obtain. He fears that she is no longer able to accept an untainted love. She cried out and her soul faded. Her light became dim and not even the stars could give way to the darkened path he would soon tread. She now swims in
agony but he won't let her drown. Somehow, he is able to keep her head above the water so that her mind can swallow his words.

Those words would have sounded so sweet yesterday. However, today they are bitter so she spits them out. What is he to do? He knows that once he infiltrates she will have no choice but to give in. He is all that she desires but her pain has become one with her ability to love selflessly. She doesn't think she can give her all because she can't trust. Her tears were extracted by force and she became void of love and life. Stripped of her purity, her being became desolate. As she cried, he stood up. He didn't know where it came from but his spirit felt it. Her pain became his and he yearned to ease her mind.

They have neither spoken nor met but she became half of him. No amount of defeat can keep him from her. He will break sound and time barriers to reach her. Life with her must be permanent or he will perish. He will blindside her and hit her from behind. No chains can hold his wings. He takes flight and dives. As he jets through the galaxy, he meets the demons that have taken over her soul. They taunt and beat him with weapons of steel formed by her scars. Insecurity grabs him by his arms and tosses him towards a meteor. He barely misses. Lies and Tears double team him and try to drown him while Misery pulls at his ankles below the murky water. He loses his strength & becomes submissive.

Trust grabs his throat and squeezes tight. As he gasps for air, his heart slows and his thoughts begin to leave him. He takes what appears to be his last breath and just before he closes his eyes, he sees a light. Randomness runs crazily through his mind. He feels defeated. Has she no love left in her? He gave his all - risked death - for a love he never knew. He smiles. He is proud to die for her. Passion & Desire overwhelmed him, yet he was happy to fight. He is prepared - there is nothing that he can do to escape the inevitable.

Suddenly, he falls and it doesn't occur to him that he is still alive. He lands on a hard surface and his body goes limp. He can't see his surroundings. His body is broken but his spirit remains elevated. A door opens but he sees no one. A light gets brighter with each passing minute. Tears fall from his face and as they hit the ground, they become a path. He is afraid that what is behind the door is worse than purgatory itself. He's in pain & wants to stay where he is but his heart urges him to push forward. He stops at the door's entrance and listens for a sign but the silence is as loud as Heaven's trumpets. He becomes confused; he feels a heartbeat that isn't his. A voice whispers to him that his trials aren't in vain. Is it her?

The voice leaves and as fog falls in front of him the air gets colder. Maybe he was dreaming. He becomes afraid and all that is positive within him begins to fade. He has wasted his time and would rather die. The voice comes back and urges him to follow. The fog clears slightly & he can see a delicate path before him. He crawls and passes through the doors. He looks below and is afraid of what is beneath. Insecurity, Tears, Lies, Misery & Trust lash at him. They hope that he will fall but he carefully evades. Much time passes and his energy slowly creeps back into his veins.

The voice speaks to him during his journey. The soft-spoken words soothe him. He obeys and continues. Why does he not give up? Yesterday he cried - half of him died. He understands her pain. She is half of him - if she dies, he dies. He is determined and can't hear the voices that tell him to stop and turn back. They say that she is bitter and will never be able to love. His mind can't understand such talk because it is full of wisdom. They say that no amount of a man's pride is worth death. This isn't pride. It is Faith & Love. He is thirsty and hungry and decides to stop for a break, but there is no nourishment - no water. Nothing is available to replenish him. There isn't even a promise that he will reach her. Was the voice that of his own hope or could it be possible that she is reaching out to him?

The voice gets quieter as he closes his eyes. The creatures below him bang and yell. He is so tired; can he not rest for a moment or two? As he gathers the last of his energy and presses on he hears something he hasn't heard since the first time he loved. Flutes play. The fog clears completely and he sees angels of majestic beauty standing around. Sweet smelling flowers drop their petals at his feet. A fountain appears before him and he drinks viciously. A feast is brought to him and he eats until full. The angels play softly as he sleeps. When he wakes trumpets play. As he stretches to look up, he marvels at what stands in front of him. He sees the beautiful woman ever envisioned. It's her. Smiles at him. Her eyes light up the garden and warm his body. She stretches out her hand. He grabs it and the transition begins...





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