Emotional Kaleidoscope
As I placed my tush on a comfortable bench in the Hastings’ garden in Malta; I was awestruck with a plethora of things which reminded me of you.
The sun, glowing brightly; conveying and oozing liquid gold which would drown my irises were I to look for more than a few seconds into its daring gaze, were the personalisation of your soul in an otherworldly grace and glory.
The birds piercing the sky with their flailing wings; melodiously singing a flawless symphony- just like your voice does when it whispers my name with a passion so fiery that it cannot be denied.
The roses behind me- with a silky array of white petals, glissading along the waves of the wind; a texture so soft and desirable that it would be demeaning for them to compare it to something as feeble as this human world; other than you. The touch your fingers offer when caressing me through my days of sorrow and days of positivity; is a miracle in itself. The lines you draw on my less than optimal canvas present me as a work of art like no other; just like the scene before me.
The thorns though; that’s what shocked me back into reality. All those times you allowed your fingers to dig too dip into my skin- leaving behind irreparable marks which I was foolish enough to be boastful of. All those times you and I actualised a remarkable idea into reality; and you had to puncture it inherently with your thorns.
All those melodies which turned into never ending insults. Anger. Shouting. Fighting; wounds. All those times I had to suffer because your songs were out of tune- had a deteriorating effect instead of helping to build me up. The damage I incurred was far more than any melodies sung by any other could possible heal.
When being the epitome of the ball of fire in the sky was not for you; you became the moon. You darkened my world whenever you were present. You allowed me to see only you; and with such a feeble light that you deprived me of the most basic human requirement- human contact. You closed me in your world- caged my vulnerable soul within the confinement of your obsession you started to entitle love and protection.
And I still loved you more than fathomable through the use of words.