Forging- a word that prompts an image. It means creating, making. The image is of heat. Contrasts of light and dark as a blazing fire meets a dim forge. The small clack of a heated sword hitting an anvil followed by the tap-tap-clang of the well placed blows of(more) a mallet that form the sword.
Forging bonds- creating a relationship. Making a connection between two things.
That's exactly what we are doing. We are forging bonds, making a relationship. It's a fitting expression. Because we put this vague idea of material that is used to make a connection and threw it in the fire. Pulled it out while it was still hot and beat it until it fit the form. Not what we wanted it to be, but what it was meant to be. What fate and our actions made it.
In the end, she had to go back to the beginning. Unable to trust herself she needed their help. Time and space had done little to erase the sacred bond that was forged in that hell hole. She was tired of running, a stranger in her own skin -(more) she knew she needed them now more than ever. She hated herself for that. The vulnerabilities she had tried so hard to shake were out in the light for all the world to see. An imposter in a shallow world, programmed to repeat the mistakes of the past. Unlike before they would be no turning back. She was ready to embrace her destiny- a cog in a wheel.(less)
The night sky was clear, exposing copies of the secrets within us all. The city lights were a filter warping our judgements of these secrets. A nice summer breeze, one earn with hours of rain earlier, began to massage my protected layer of sweat i built during the day(more) away. I turn on the bicycle lights a beacon of life and began to ride like a comet leaving a brightly color tail of red light particles in my wake. I made it to the old wooden house with a wind catcher front porch.
In the darkness I stood and with a quick motion made my bicycle disappear into the darkness. Invisible, invisible i knew what would be next. To the right stood a path of escape with all its broken and free bricks waiting to eat my wheels. The wind began to betray me. I went to the window and knocked. Nothing came of it. I knock again. was that someone stirring in the darkness or my own shadow. I knock again. Like the stars above I was just an echo of myself not really existing. Turning to leave one last hope took held and trying the front door. The door nob turn and the door swung open. Standing in the doorway I brought my bike in and sat on the couch. The darkness had not caught my present but soon it will come to suffocate me. The door to the room was not fully close allowing entry. It was empty.
Sitting at the desk with a pen and paper I wrote pain.
I left the note in place, and rode away.
I left the broken heart, like a dying star.
let us pray phoenix awaits, rebirth
let us bathe in the new light of a new holder of worlds.(less)