Life's Emotions
Tears streaked through the dirty coat of hurt and pain on her face
Painted on her expression in permanence
From the last few days of strain and catastrophe.
Her kohl-lined eyes had a lucidity to them
She put up no shields, no barriers-
You could see through her gray-green gaze
And grasp her piercing pain
Her damp cheeks, streaked with a gray mixture
Of eyeliner shed and blistering, salty tears.
Her hot, throbbing head hangs, studying her shoes
With no real interest.
Hands on her neck, elbows on her scraped knees,
She endures her anguish silently.
This is pain, she thought.
He saw her hair swish
As if in slow motion.
The sunlight reflected off her hair and sent a beam of blinding light toward his eye
For a moment-he was paralyzed.
Sunlight radiated from her smile as she turned gracefully toward him.
He soaked in her luminescence, infatuated
And felt a sensation of leaping through air;
When your heart is suspended for one second in infinite possibility
And you truly believe, for that second, that your chest may burst from bliss.
This is love, he thought.
She raced into the room blindly,
Leaving trails of tears, clothes torn furiously off and hurled in various directions
Her head pulsated with questions and accusations
Fuming, she clutched at the nearest object
And hurled her antique vase at her wall
It shattered.
She fell apart, sinking down from the wall to the floor
Legs awkwardly sprawled out in front of her slouched body,
She dissolved into hot tears.
This is fury, she thought.
A tear slid from his eye
Choosing its crooked route down his flushed cheek.
He let it fall, concentrating on the cool relief from his frustration
As he willed his mind to accept the course life took
He prayed.
More tears came, but for the joy in his life
That he know only the Lord can give.
He stood up slowly, and raised his weary eyes to the gray sky
He knew in the back of his mind that God had given him more than he needed
And that satisfied his heartache.
He rotated his body without hurry to walk away,
And his heavy mind slowly cleared.
This is acceptance, he thought.