Inner Conflict

Here it starts, my love
Are you ready to stand –
through my version?
Let me take you through
The lands of retribution
That will break you into pieces.

It starts with a creek
And the leaves
Gliding in solace
It shows your memory
Filled with glee
And people all surrounding,
It was those days
With flowers all blooming
And Periwinkle so blinding
A million Aster bounded
In the very heart of
The young maiden,
We dance in the rain
Twirling our joy
That we believed would stay.

And yet,
Darling, the dewdrops went freezing
And the leaves started bleeding
One by one, burning
A blaze seething
Your very soul receding,
This is your choice,
She’s screaming,
And yet slowly,
We learn to breathe in.
Breathe.

Dear reader,
Do you often have this imagery that creates conflicting images during distress? This one is inspired by the Chopin’s Op. 44 in F-sharp minor – a conflict depicted with a revebrating hopefullness at the end.

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