Prickled

Hola my friend!

Here are my thoughts after reading a short yet beautiful story...

We grew in different blood,

Shared the same milk,

Wrestled for enchanting fantasies

That detached you and me.

Fate made us stroll

Along unlike paths,

But we upheld each other 

In our heart, for we knew,

Life would hit us pretty hard.

Each minute of my wander

Was at repose,

For I never knew 

How to sweat.

Laughter was at my door,

Praise was in charge,

Never did I doubt once

If I was on the right path.

Days passed by, 

Grumpy and dull as it was,

Not a single thorn pierced 

Nor a rock stumbled 

To form a new skin in me.

My brain froze

That day, when I stopped

To see no more path.

Praises echoed, doubts intensed,

When I had no more strength

But only despair and wrath

To pave my own path.

I found no light along the way,

Until my eyes met yours again. 

Years of pain, pressure and platry

Radiated sincere from those eyes,

For weary was his soul

That shimmered a great divine. 

Wrinkles on the face,

Wounds on the hand,

Scars on the foot,

Answered that holistic smile

And buckets of tear

Shed on the track

That led him here.

It was time I realised, 

Fate never chose victory

It was you that did.

Happy reading! Adios:)