(This was inspired by a piece of music, so to understand the full effect read the summary to know what the music is like.)
I kneel in the grass, sobbing. The tall, solemn trees hide me from the loving world which somehow causes so much pain. I canít think, but only feel. And all I can feel is pain, hate, sadness. There is no end. The well of my soul is overflowing with dread, soaking my being with pain and sadness.
I remember my knife in my pocket and pull it out. I look at it for a while, my tears splashing on the ironically bright red of the handle which hides the blade perfectly. I pull the blade out. It has always been an unusually long knife. The blade becomes wet with tears. They slowly drip off the handle as I bring it up to eye level. And then as I bring it down the red of the blade is joined by the red of my blood.
I drop to the ground as the pain from the knife in my heart consumes my being and turns my world black.
She lays still for moments. The tension grows and then is slowly released as her body rises. The once dark forest is filled with light as it begins to rain. The leaves sparkle and send flickers of light across her now still and floating body. Godís tears wash her body clean of the guilt, shame, pain, and sadness of the loving and yet harmful world.
As her body slowly meets the ground once again her soul stands and looks around. She looks down at the body she stands next to. Her sorrowful look would melt any heart.
Then it is gone. She spins away laughing. She now dances and splashes through the wet forest. She twirls, spins, jumps, giggles, laughs. The birds and butterflies spin about with her to join in the happiness. She willingly shares her happiness with the silent forest, the only place that shall see it. The once solemn trees now glow with joy to complement the beauty of this girl dancing her heart out to the Lord. Everything becomes alive again through her happiness and contentment.
She looks up and smiles the brilliant smile that the world was too busy to see. She continues dancing as she floats up to the heavens. Light collects to form Godís hands giving her a floor to perform her wonders, the wonders the world will never know of or see. Godís beaming face is evident by the spotlight on her, as she performs for God and for herself.
Then she cries through her laughter. But she cries because she is free, finally free. She is free to love and free to be loved. Her tears splash into Godís hands and slowly dissolve to become part of Him. Her hands are in the air, raising up her happiness, her pleasure, her dancing up to the Lord.
She dances her heart out. Her feelings and emotions and life is evident through her passion. She stomps out the beat of her freedom, she waves her love up to her Lord, she twirls her joy out to the uncaring world. She can now be rid of the worldís rejection as she gives herself up to the Lord.
She does one last spin and drops contentedly, to sleep in the cup of the Lordís hands, for once knowing sheís completely safe and will forever be happy.
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