Surrender

Early Sunday morning I got up to let Jax out for his morning constitution and me being so very, very spacey ill, everyone (well the pets) got crunchies and back to bed.  I wasn't really able to sleep well.  I heard a story thread in my head which I expanded instead of sleeping.  I wondered if I could remember it to write it down.  I did my best, and this is the closest I could come to it.  I didn't have any thought of what the story is about, it just kinda flowed out.  AJ, when I read it, had an immediate thought that surprised me as I didn't have that in mind or even think on it.  Huh. I thought it might have been on something different then his take.  I don't know.   Enjoy.

I did not know the path to go, until I found what appeared to be an easy way.  I crawled at a slow pace along the path.  Nothing caught my eye, but after a while the journey along was peaceful and pleasant to me.  So I continued.  Soon I came to a large field, and there near an old broken-down, worn out fence I saw some plants.  They were heavy, black, they were vile, with flowers that spewed putrid puss.  The horror that these plants emanated, urged my feet to a quicker pace.  A need to remove myself from their presence enveloped me.  But they drew me, turning my head, I glanced back as I quickly walked.  They smiled with malice at me and I ran.

The next day, I place my foot upon the path, not knowing if I dare follow thru with the next.  But as by force, my steps followed one by one along a path I had been the day before.  I knew what I would see…. Those black plants with putrid flowers.  Soon, I could see, not the old broken-down worn out fence, but the black plants with putrid flowers.  Yes, they were there, but further on I saw the slim white trees with golden leaves dancing in the breeze.  They sang to me, those golden leaves, of promises, of dreams, of hopes, of light.  They sang in quiet peace, those white trees with golden leaves.  I was charmed and delighted and slowed my feet so I might hear of their song.  But there were whispers in those songs that did not belong.  Those black plants with putrid flowers mumbled with morbid voices and I hurried along.

Though I could not stop my feet, upon the path they walked as if by some force or need.  I had to see those white trees with golden leaves, even if I would pass by the black plants with putrid flowers.  Soon upon the path as I walked I saw, those black plants with putrid flowers in among the white trees with golden leaves.  My heart fluttered in fear, for what would those black plants with putrid flowers do to the gentle white trees with golden leaves?  I could see from afar, the beautiful white trees with golden leaves, so close to the black plants with putrid flowers, I trembled.  No more were those nearest the black plants of white and gold, they were scorched with soot of black.  The golden leaves curled and crisp.  Those vile black plants with putrid flowers cackled with their delight.

I could not, I would not, walk upon the path that led to that field.  For I feared what destruction I would see were I to be so brave and walk ahead.  So I wandered a while, until my feet alighted upon a path I did not want to walk.  Each step I knew would bring me closer and I would see those black plants with putrid flowers, and less of those white trees with golden leaves.  Now those trees, so close to those plants, hung with strength I thought as I looked upon.  They stood though the plants curled around them.  They stood as best they could.  Like soldiers protecting their loved ones.  Those soldier trees, all bent and scared, continued to be, even with those black plants with putrid flowers gleefully creeping further afield.

The rains came.  I would not walk.  I would not dare to let my foot step on any path for it would lead me there.  My heart harden at the thought of those beautiful slim white trees with golden leaves.  Darkness came and cloaked my soul.  Hardness had solidified all I was.  For those slim white trees with golden leaves that sang songs of sweetness, of hope, of joy, of courage could not be.  Those black plants with putrid flowers would be.

As the rains lessen, and the light shone, upon a path I would walk on.  My foot knew the route, though my heart did not.  For I was not to see where I would lead.  I would not believe in slim white trees with golden leaves or of heavy black plants with putrid flowers.  I would walk with veils of tears covering my eyes.  Veils of sorrow, of dreams long past.  Veils of hope, of joys remembered. 

Light shone a path that my foot walked upon.  Brushing away the tears I saw the old broken-down worn out fence in the field of black plants with putrid flowers and white trees with golden leaves.  I stood and watched, then pushed on.  For now these putrid flowers and golden leaves were no more for me.  I would not see, I would not be.

I heard a sigh, way up high.  All around was blue sky. I looked to see what would be, and there I saw those black plants with putrid flowers in between those white trees with golden leaves.  The soldiers still stood with grace and strength in a soot grey with those horrid flowers at the base.  Wandering along was a strange sight to see, for there further along between the slim white trees with golden leaves were not those heavy black plants with putrid flowers but a foreign sight.  Those black plants with putrid flowers had altered and grew to be delicate silver buds of surrenderings.  With soft, young, tender shoots of green.

My soul delighted.  The hardness cracked around my heart.  Those sliver buds of surrenderings brought down the veil of tears in me.  The slim white trees with golden leaves sang on, and healed those heavy black plants with putrid flowers one by one.  I laughed in glee, and let my feet dance upon the path before me.  Though I did not see.