For my story you ask?

Reciting it is a grueling task…

 

Unless it is told in a gentler form

A poem! A song.. The tale is reborn

 

Through poetry the yarn will weave

And thus, the story

A bitter taste in my mouth

Will no longer leave

 

Why did I have to experience that pain

That trial without apparent gain

 

I remember...

 

I didn’t want to live

I used to sit alone with an aching pain inside

Dark. Deadly. Destructive

From which I could not hope to hide

 

A consciousness- tearing scream

Emerging from my soul

Crying constantly

A despair I couldn’t control

 

Isolating myself from the one thing that could have saved me

 

I could see the pain in my mother’s eyes

Her love for me was blotted by the blackness in my mind

 

She was offering me a way

My survival was her only desire

She offered an alternative

Weapon to escape the mire

 

Finally...

 

I took her way and lived

And now I fight a new fight

I now know why I had to struggle free of that monster

 

So that I might be as tempered steel against that which would destroy

Someone for which I would die forever

 

With horror I see that selfsame blackness

Only now it is in her eyes

 

Oh God… not her…

Take me instead!

I cannot bear to watch her suffer

 

And then I see…

 

With the scars I earned in my time in the mire

I will fight this new evil

I will bring her back

I will heal her wounds

I will bring her the sunlight she used to desire

 

All the pressure, all the pain

Of my history in the darkness

Begins to take new life again

And I know that I will conquer this

 

Forward from the ashen heap

All the nights of restless sleep

From the culmination of my days of solitude

All the silent tears, a bitter brood

 

Emerges a time-battered weapon

 

It is I….

 

A flash of light

Just in time to save her

Sharp as a sword and

Gentle as a whisper

 

How was your day?

How do you feel?

 

I feel like she feels

I know where she is

I know that love heals

 

I feel just as alone as she, just in a different way...

 

For me, I am a lone soldier facing the scariest foe

For her, she writhes in its clutches, nowhere to go

 

What can I do?

Attack the monster and risk bringing her fate closer?

Leave her to struggle alone in order to avoid hurting her?

 

NO

I won’t ever leave

I won’t let her go

I watch her struggle as I feel time slow

 

I brandish my sword...

 

I scream into the deafening silence

Marching fixedly ahead

A scar- marked bulwark

Back from the dead