They say that the human soul can endure so much more than its mortal abode. Standing on the coast like a rock, lashed by waves day and night... for time beyond measure. The soul can carry on, it can even heal the wounds and scars of the body. Like the sun rises everyday to shine and to illuminate, so does our soul. It steps forward everyday, the temporary moments of doubt and hopelessness are like short spells of cloudiness.
But what if one day the sun never rose, what if one day the stern rock got shattered to pieces. Everything will be engulfed by the cold darkness. With the guardian on the cost defeated,the angry waves would stroll in land. What if one day the pain got so intense that the soul broke down! Would the mortal abode heal this immortal creation. The soul drenched and cold, stretched so much that it is about to yield. Like the light coming from galaxies far away, the spark that shines just before the darkness will travel the distance, it will reach you! But by then it too will be a glimpse of what was.
I turn to you, my hands outstretched, my soul weakening, before i am torn to pieces. Heal me, for the pain of the body i can live with, but the pain of the soul, even death cannot cure.
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