Monday, 13 April 2015

Of Love and Lies


One day the heavens brought forth a beautiful little girl made of strength and truth but born of love and lies. Love told her she was good and strong. Lies told her she was weak and undeserving of love. She didn’t yet see her strength or truth so she didn’t know who to believe. The shadows began to hold her and she became sad and broken. She was empty and blindly clung to all that glittered hope. To fill the emptiness she searched for her very own love and lies. With hope at her side, she followed lies and began to seek out love in all the wrong places.

One day the heavens shined down and led her to an intriguing masked man with a sword fighting demons. He was made of insecurity and wisdom and born of passion and pain. He too was broken. He saw her beauty, truth and love. He put down his sword and began to take off his mask for her, and she saw how handsome he was. He eventually let her try his mask on but she hated its grasp so they agreed to lock it away.

He said she wasn’t weak. She told him he wasn’t a coward. He then became HER love and lies and she became HIS passion and pain. Then they set off on a path and took turns putting each others broken pieces back together. Hand in hand, they bravely fought past and shame. As an archer she shot desperate arrows of desire but hit nothing but the mark of disappointment. With painfully imperfect scales he tried to balance everything which resulted in nothing but instability and contemptuousness. Neither acknowledged, for they were star crossed lovers. And all that glittered became gold.

The heavens watched closely.

When tomorrow came they ran off together to a pasture so green. They laughed at their demons, rolled around in illusion and made love in the moonlight. She gave him fire, he gave her rain. Together they made summer and grew beautiful flowers. There were no demons there…so they thought. So they birthed vulnerability. Soon after, they were hunted down by their enemies for their beautiful pasture. They became scared and defensive and began to blame each other for the invasion. They held on as long as they could but then had to flee to a place called autumn.

Out of their blame they built shelter in a desolate land. The demons followed. She began to scorn him for wearing the mask. He began to criticize her, because she didn’t. He was livid because she gave him passion and pain. She was sullen because he gave her love and lies. Then daily, he began to wear the mask again and she began to cry. Together out of fear they then birthed beautiful contempt. The demons emerged and began to ridicule them.

The heavens sneered.

He picked up his sword and collected more masks. She turned a blind eye. And it continued… he would adorn a mask and go off to fight his demons as he left her in the corner crying with hers. He was gone for longer and longer periods. So she called on loneliness. Loneliness invited criticism, emotional instability, and resentment. Deception then banged at the door. She entertained them all and he became rageful. Face contorted, he threw his love at her but this time it hurt. She turned around and taunted him. He ostracized her further and began to play with bitterness and cruelty. Then after fighting with loneliness he found and fell in love with deceit, desperation and retaliation. Her fits of sadness turned violent.

They both grew cold. He gave her an icey stinging tongue, she gave him a distant frigid touch. Together they brought winter. She bought a sword of disdain and apathy. He bought a shield of boastfulness and fantasy and they became enemies in love. As the demons cheered on they fought harder and harder through blood, sweat and tears. Neither was willing to back down for they both desperately wanted to protect their passion and love …with pain and lies while vengeance watched.

The heavens recoiled.

Till death do they all part.

Present day came. With brave drink in hand he stumbled while dancing with deceit. She caught him off guard and leaped out with sword in hand and dislodged the mask from his face. Low and behold there was another mask… and another …and another and she pried them all off one by one. After the last mask was destroyed, he cowered in disbelief and tried to hide his shame. She finally could see all that he hid. His emptiness was so vast, his longing so deep, his great yearning for love overwhelmed her. She dropped her sword and this time HE began to cry. Tears of truth rushed out like a deluge and he flooded their world. She winced, he crumbled, and she dragged him to shelter. A little boy again…fragile, desperate for acceptance. He cried, "I donned my best mask for you". A little girl, she gently kneeled in front of him and whispered …”I wanted love, you gave me lies”. He said “I wanted passion, you gave me pain.” The only thing they agreed on were their demons.

The heavens cried.

He said, ”You called me a coward. A coward no longer as I name you my demons and spotlight my weakness. I have run and hid but I will not again. With tears you stand tall before me now. You fought long and you fought hard so with uncertainty, I attempt transparency for you.” She stood tall and said “Lies always called me weak. You said you’d never dare. Then one day my love, even you called me weak because you feared my truth and tears.”

She continued, “Here now, naked and alone, when all they’ve seen are your masks, show me a soul who would still be standing in front of you now. Of all the others that would cast you down… I grasp for understanding and wish to cradle you with it. Am I weak now as I show you my strength and empathy? Am I weak as I seek your elusive truth knowing it will bring me more questions and confusion? Am I weak as I gaze at your true colors knowing they will blind me with grief? I love you not your mask. You are beautiful and worthy without it. Tears do not make me weak. I am stronger than anyone fathomed. She paused a moment then said, “I managed to steal from our lost pasture the most beautiful budding flower. It is part of me now, and I name her forgiveness. With hope and heartache, I now give her to you. But you must be patient with her bloom. For she blossoms with caution, but from unconditional love. “

The heavens smiled.

That girl truly was strong…and forgiving. She became love not lies, passion not pain. She became a force to be reckoned with. And her great truth told her they were both good and they were both worthy of love.

So you may be wondering…what happened to that little girl born of love and lies, who found the boy born of passion and pain? Well they’re now standing hand in hand, face to face at a crossroad. Will they bring forth the spring together? Only tomorrow will tell.

The heavens wait.

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