f.Aries.fire
Bio
Empath... Survivor... Warrior... just sharing excerpts from my Heart.
Stories (8/0)
Lavender’s Blue
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. ...just as the Farmer girl lay her head on the pillow next to the sounds of a wounded beast snorting and snarling like it had just finished a long torturous battle with the demons that danced in the depths of its soul.. and she tried to turn off the thoughts that raced through her mind.. as the lavender hues that cast upon the bedroom walls through the skylight that faced west tried to calm her. Would she notice them, the clouds thought. Could they out shine the sounds that kept her mind racing...remembering the events that made up her day as she lay there curled up in a ball with blankets clenched tight over her ears trying to muffle the internal war taking place beside her. For a moment they lost hope, then broke for a brief interlude to call upon their dear friend...Moon..to illuminate the walls brighter.. shades of violet and periwinkle danced across the bedroom as another friend..Wind.. made them swirl.. and the Farmer girl peeked her head out and caught a glimpse of the magical show taking place that night. She blinked in disbelief as the beautiful colors lit her face like the Northern lights that she had always dreamt of seeing.. and hope was restored.
By f.Aries.fireabout a year ago in Motivation
The Farmer’s Girl
Standard pine planks smothered in white paint.. amidst the collection of elements arranged to take the form of a farmhouse in pain. I am a wall. A small portion framed by a fireplace and a window that looks out to the most beautiful Sunsets over a pond and a marsh teaming with wildlife.. the sweet sounds of nature all around. My caretaker, a gentle soul, she lovingly brushed me with this fresh coat of white paint..her purpose filled every stroke. “This will make things brighter in here.” She said with a gleam in her eyes. But I saw more than the gleam. I saw the pain that lay behind it.. the gleam a flicker of the soul that begged to be set free from the burden of suffering beneath. The Farmer’s girl... not wife.. girl.. but she is a woman. More worthy than a wife. She is a beautiful, strong, confident, loyal, intelligent, just, amazing woman...a Queen... that is what I see ..and I imagine her kingdom. The one that lay outside that window. The one that she created. The blood, sweat and tears that smear her face when she comes in at summer dusk to start supper.
By f.Aries.fireabout a year ago in Motivation