The Sacrifice of Love

Upon filling my heart with an abundance of love, reinstated through the magical union of two devoted souls, I face the blunt impermanence of life's most necessary catalyst; Death. The death of a pleasant thought, the death of a relationship in need of honest transformation, the death of a cherished One.

Every time I walk through that door, a palpable wave of familiar stagnation seeps through me, setting off a cycle of daunting patterns only matched in force by my Will to grow, Gracefully. The true test now awaits me - an eery intuition dominates my perception as I tiptoe my way up the stairs. A premonition which rarely fails me is ignited upon the confirmation of my most deeply wounded fear. Anxiety begins it's insidious conquest through my Being.

How can it be so, when merely moments ago, I was held safely in the arms of a love which taught me to grow, from first below, to roots unknown? How is it so, that not a cell in my arrested vessel does not submit to the intense reliving of this past, present and future trauma? A rhetorical inquiry is my only rest-bite from this persistent lesson…

My intuitions since confirmed in the days that passed, a heavy blanket of dark mist falls upon our abode. A Lunar Eclipse revealing all that was swept under the carpet, in an attempt to maintain the illusory peace. Yet on this occasion I am stronger than before, having touched the depths of my own Soul, illuminating the darkness into light. I am no longer attached to the outcome, the need for security, my fears of the unknown, yet the pain must be felt to its fullest extent. Each solemn tear drop traversing down my fragile cheek echoing the brutal beauty of life, the Sacrifice of Love.