|Forest of My Heart
Author: Stories-have-souls PM
My destiny lies in the emerald forest...Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 378 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-21-05 - id: 1990710
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The sentence structure is deliberate. This is about an image I've carried around in my mind for a long time.
I walk there, the air sweeping along me with caring hands. Moss and stone and soil sags beneath my feet. Every sound becomes a note in a melody that lulls me forward, and I gladly come. My destiny is close. It is the destiny that has haunted me in the form of a seemingly insignificant vision within my mind for years.
Ferns brush against my pale hands, cleansing them with their dew. A carefree wind winds silently around tree trunks, fern fingers and myself, whispering with promises. It is close.
My eyes see the world sharper than ever before. I have become a thing of nature, bound by the instinct to walk on, to follow a path I do not even know.
There it is. A piercing shaft of pure light strikes it. A font. With a milky dress that spills near my ankles, I circle the object that I have journeyed through this spirited forest to find. I kneel beside it. It is a rough, yet skilful stone. It lies on a cracked column, its base running and stretching into the ground like the roots of the trees that guard it. At first I am hesitant to touch the mirror lake of unadulterated water held in the font's cradle. But I am drawn to it. Quivering fingers reach out for it. They feel an ice cold caress as they sink in. Coarseness as they brush the bottom. I pull myself up, leaning against the stone for support-for my strength has slipped away-and gaze into the ruffled pool. I see my reflection; I see Nature. The forest has me now. I belong to it. My spirit, dark and tainted, has been cleansed by nature's purity. My soul will wander this beautiful place forever.
I love what I am.