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Therese, this one is for you. I miss you
The Golden Trees
by Camilla Sandman
Can you feel it…?The great forest that is life. Filled with flowers, trees and sunshine. Where we all wander, and when we are tired of wandering, we rest there, among the timeless trees. The forest has no end, no middle, for we wander it only for what we experience during our wandering, not where it takes us. And the forest offers us endless amounts of paths to choose between. Left, right, in between, south, east, north, west… So easy to get lost. To take a wrong turn, and suddenly be somewhere you didn`t wish to be, some place that scares you…The dead part of the forest, where the trees are dark and lifeless, their shadows seeming almost to life by themselves, streatching out…
On these paths I now wander. I came here to help guide you into the light, to the sun, but without you now I`m so lost. The sun have not warmed me for ages and I am alone. I am cold yet burned, and I am alone. The weight of my burden seems to pull me closer, and closer to the ground. Soon I will be covered by it. At peace, resting in that which I came from. Ashes to ashes, Earth to Earth. The shadows are growing, darkness ascending, eating at my soul.
You are not here.
Strange, I cannot even remember the time before I met you, our paths joining to one.
We walked amog the trees together for so long,sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, but always together. I gave you a piece of my heart, believing in eternal friendship and forever.
But forever is a long time, and our paths seperated. Still, you were there, not far away, I could still hear your laughter where I walked my own path, and it warmed me.
One day the laughter died. And things were never the same.
Without you I cannot find my own path anymore, lost as I am. You were ripped from me so suddenly. Like a slippery stone I tried to hold on to. But the harder I held on, the faster you slipped.
I lived for you a long time before I found my own path. Why could you not live for me?
The forest shelters many things. Among it the wind that carries the voices of all those we thought lost.
The wind whispers. Tonight it carries your voice... And I listen.
You tell me of a pain too much to carry. A pain at losing your soul at the hands of another. Of a burden too much where the darkness owned you. A lost soul, needing rest, young in age, but old in mind.
You told me of friendship, and life, carrying on and finding paths.
You told me of the part of you I still carried with me, that would forever live on with me. Happy with me, sad with me. Crying with me, laughing with me..
You told me of hate, of how it destroys your soul from the inside, how it kills you so slowly you think you are alive. You told me of rest, of forgivness.. of life. And asked me to live for you once more, but on my own path this time.
And from the distant came the shouts of my name, and I followed it, till the trees around me became golden and loved faces lead on the path.
My path. Finally I knew it to be mine, and only mine, but that there is nothing wrong with sharing it with others.
Your burden was too great for you. I have put mine down, so others might help me carry it.
And one day I might walk among the trees without it.
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