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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments 
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The silver tinged mirror was placed upon the far wall of the shadowed room, it’s intricate rose frame glimmering gently with the sunset’s light. A blurry figure walked slowly towards it, lifting her head only when in front of the once cherished antique. The first thing noticeable was the woman’s hair, glowing with a golden light from the dying rays of sunshine. It drifted about her face, curling just below her slightly rounded jawline. With a trembling hand she ran her fingers through it as if she had never noticed it’s being there before. Next the silent woman noticed the lips reflecting back at her. They were lush and full with a rosy pink hue. She saw that a slight smile seemed to always rest upon them, no matter how darkened her spirit would become. The woman’s skin was pale, but not necessarily in a sickly way. It possessed a certain light as if the glitter of her soul had surfaced to rest upon her body. The tiny smile upon her lips brightened a bit as she considered the idea of her soul glittering like the very heavens that shone above her. Her eyes were a soft forest green, which some refered to as possessing an emerald-like quality. They held a wisdom far above what her travels in life had brought to her. The flush of youth still held her body and yet the mysteries of eternity seemed locked with in her, visible only through those jade orbs. Sorrow was poignant somewhere deep within them, but strength and love usually had the ability to overpower the blackness of her being. But even the greatest of joy could not fully erase the sadness within her eyes. The woman stepped back from the ageless looking glass for a moment and turned to face the charcoal shadows wafting about her. The whispers of her demons were woven within the whispy black, beckoning her to drown within herself and join them in their earthly Hell. A deluge of glimmering teardrops flooded over her eyes and fell down to the dust saturated ground as she listened to their words slice into her heart. “Worthless, unwilling, unable, a failure”...each phrase was thrown at her like stones meant to rip the life out of her shivering body. The woman wanted nothing more than to simply fall into silence and escape the voices echoing the truths of who she was. But something planted deep within her made her raise her head to look into the shining silver mirror once more. A mist of creamy white encircled her tearstained features as the woman gazed within the beautiful antique once more. The reflection looking back at her sang gently, offering no darkness, only the real truths of who she was. Imperfect, yes, but possessing light, laughter, wisdom, joy, and most of all, love. And that always had and always would be able to be enough. Even if no one else appreciated what laid within her, she could. The whispers of her demons faded, leaving only traces of the torture once present. The dark shadows about her receded, letting the brilliant light of Heaven and Earth shine upon her weary soul. The woman, although still possessing remnants of sorrow, found herself able to raise her pale arms, lift her emerald eyes towards the sky, and dance to the song of her reflection. This is written about myself, which I'm sure some of you would know who know my physical description. This is kind of my intrepretation of the journey I had to take to learn to accept who I was. < !signature--> *Krista Knutson* "Thought is real, physical is the illusion..." Albert from ~What Dreams May Come~ [This message has been edited by Alwye (edited 06-10-2000).] |
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Dusk Treader
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since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
The song of her reflection indeed... That journey for self is the hardest.. I think I've found myself, and then that hope is shattered and then ya just don't know anymore.. *ahem* excuse that little rant, lol. Wonderful writing as always, my dear. I'm glad this soul search was healing  Abrahm Simons "In a moment lies eternity And in a kiss resides forever" - Krista Knutson my bestest friend! |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Hey Krissa~ I'm glad you found yourself. At least one of us has! Keep up writing for prose. I enjoy your stories. (hint hint) "Even a fool knows you can't touch the stars, but it doesn't stop a wise man from trying." Harry Anderson, "Night Court" *Cassandra Roseen* |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Dusk- yes, the journey to find yourself is a hard one. Thanks for your reply sweetie, I appreciate it greatly. Dawn- Thank ya dearie. Keep that chin of yours up, you'll find yourself. Just keep trying, never ever give up. lol, write more stories, eh? I'll see what I can do for ya.... *Krista Knutson* "Thought is real, physical is the illusion..." Albert from ~What Dreams May Come~ |
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Ruby dagger Member
since 1999-08-01
Posts 76Wyoming, MN, U.S.A |
This was very well written. I agree with Cassie that you need to write more stories. Hopefully we all will be able to find ourself as you have. Luv Kelly "If we Shadows have offened, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yeilding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend; If you pardon, we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to scape the serpent's toungue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call: So good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends." -William Shakespeare A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act V,1 |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
WOW Krista, this is wonderful writing here and the imagery is fantastic. Well done! enjoyed it muchly Je t'aime plus qu'hier et moins que demain." I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow (unkown) |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Krista, your words once again paint a beautiful picture of a difficult journey. As always, it was great and I enjoyed it very much. |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Krista, this is a beautiful discription of a beautiful person. I'm glad that you came through your journey well. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Hi Krista~ Well lady, you've done it again... I remember talking about demons with you. I KNOW demons. I know how they can eat away at your soul. I know this and yet I also know the flip side. The side you seem to have found. Krist, I want to say this is an amazingly creative way to abandon the shell you've had around your heart. Amazing! Smiles here! Chris |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
This is absolutely beautiful, it is so difficult to go that journey of acceptance of self, but once there, life can be sublime. |
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Silkdragon Member
since 2000-06-24
Posts 65 |
Krista, Boy.... You're lucky you know yourself so well. It's a good thing, and I'm glad that you've made it there. Your writing, as always, impresses greatly. I love your imagery. Erin |
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