Thursday, June 3
Jun. 3 Thurs.
"How can it be
That right here with me
Is an angel?
It's a miracle..." - God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You, N'sync
...
I stared blankly at the screen,
As it flickered
Ever so slightly,
Mischievous winks.
My hands
Hovering eerily
Over the plastic keys,
The puppeteer's strings were still.
The message-alert chime
Still ringing in my ears-
The sound that drowned all else.
Words-
Letters-
Text-
Ebony black on ivory white
Tiny pixels
Of thoughts and words.
I blinked
As my own question-
A statement,
A dare,
A slap to my own face...
The question I asked
To myself and the world-
An attempt to accept
My own harsh reality
...
Was answered.
With an equally
Thought-provoking statement-
An equally stunning
Slap to my face.
But this time...
It was gentle,
Soft,
And kind,
Almost sad...
Such a sweet tragedy
A harsh reality
A dead-end question
Reflected by
An answer-
A reality not so harsh,
Not so hard,
Not as tragic.
Softened by the thought
Of love and mercy
Softened most of all
By the word...
"Maybe".
The question was painful
Stinging,
Aching,
Wrought with despair
Gripped with fear
And consumed entirely
By pain...
But the answer
Was unexpected...
Subtly stunning,
Heartwarming,
Beaming with simplicity
Yet smiling deeply
With such depth.
...
I still stared,
My fingers still hovered,
And I still blinked.
...
The Vampire
Probably had no idea
That her simple answer...
Thawed the heart
Of the IceQueen.
...
The question:
"What happened to my wings...?"
The answer:
"Maybe you tucked them away...
To be with us."
...
P.S. Thanks, vamp...*cowers in a corner with you* *whispers* RAINBOW WINGS!