Eliora's world

MY DANCE Trying so many times and failing had become so disheartening,  Who would have thought that taking my first step would be so cumbersome!??.  I tried so many times, but fell as much as I tried. Faith and tryst seemed to have fled so quickly.  Sitting in contempt, as I lay rest my head on my legs joined together in pity, I felt a hand wrapped around my shoulders.,, lifting up my head,  I caught sight of the smile on his face as he pulled me up and said; TRY AGAIN!!!!   Those words felt like a knife piercing through my heart and tearing it into pieces,  Haven't I trued enough!!  I exclaimed,   So I have it another trial but fell and this time I got wounded.  He came closer and gave me a smile, stretching out his hand to pull me up and said;  GIVE IT ANOTHER TRY!! I was getting so angry, instead of being sympathetic, he just gave a smile,   It became worthless trying again, but I felt a conviction., I got up and ...

MY WALK As I sat under the shades of a tree in the cool of the evening, Watching the birds chirping and making melodious sounds pleasing to the ears, As the ray of the setting sun hits softly on my skin.... As I heard a voice whispering to my tender ears;;WALK WITH ME..   The sound of his sweet voice triggered an unending flow of joy in my heart,,.  Stretching forth his hands, he pulled me on my feet. Holding on firmly to his hands as we took a walk down a path pleasing to the human eyes...    As I held on firmly, my fingers slipped into the hole on his palm, feeling shocked, I looked down on his palm. As the shocking sight of the hole on his palm gotten from the cross drove a thick cold down my spine.... and I broke the silence and asked, why does it feel so fresh???  He stood still as he held on firmly to my hands and looked straight into my eyes and said ;   "MY BLOOD STILL SPEAKS", so how can the wound be healed?????      ...

TEARS To my smiling plea, they wouldn't heed. To my agony,there was no remedy. The hurt that flooded my soul had soon entered into the boat of my thoughts and sank it. Who was ready to listen to the raging sounds of my pains! Who was ready to give flesh to those thoughts clouding my thinking? Who was willing to pull my hand from this land of sorrow? I am slowly drowning in those figment of my human mind. Those thoughts had finally gotten a flesh and turned into a monster. Who would have thought that the joy of a bride taken to the alter would turn into the pain of a bull dragged to the slaughter, How could my reason to live ,turn into my reason to die? I was left with a broken heart and a bruised face. The Angel I was once happy to find was now the Demon I was scared to keep. My home had gradually turned into a boxing ring where all his boxing activities took place, and I became to punching bag. All my warm welcomes turned into "Varcame" in his ears, I s...