Thursday, February 22, 2007

Crack of Dawn

Yet behind the night,
Waits for the great unborn, somewhere far
Some white tremendous daybreak.
-Rupert Brooke

She looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. Right across the table was the guy she thought she always wanted. But as she struggled to keep herself together, she couldn't help but wonder, "who is this guy?"

A million thoughts raced through her mind and a storm of emotions were raging somewhere deep within her. And so she drank the beer he handed to her, hoping it would loosen her wired nerves. Still, she can't shake the feeling that somehow, she got this all wrong.

She tried hard to avoid staring at him for fear that her mouth might hang open at the sight of this stranger. She's stunned. And that's when she knew... He was not at all the man she thought he was. Not even close.

Light has slowly broken through... She felt as though she has woken up from a deep slumber, squinting at the searing light as her eyes adjusted to it. And then, the beauty of everything awash in brightness.

So she did what she had to do. It was time to open her eyes and see things as it is. The dream has ended, the illusion has faded away... And though her heart felt cold, she welcomed the warmth of the light of truth.

1 comment:

aNrev said...

the thing there is -- she literally morphed into the person that the guy would probably want.

stay the same, gurl. there ain't no better way of living, but being real. illusions might come in the way - let it entertain you for a second, but don't let it linger.

so, you've awaken? great morning, isn't it? g'morning. :-)