Carpe diem! #2
Walking on a rope!
I am nothing but a failed stuntman. I've been in "on-the edge" situations all my life and never failed once. All my stunts used to end with "It was close!", me shaking relieved and colourful smiles surrounding me. And now? Well, that "It was close!" had to happen once and for all. Failure doesn't make me tremble anymore, the nervousness is gone, I'm numb. I failed and the decor turned grey, the charcoaled silhouettes hide a bright light... it is powerfully shinning, a few rays are breaking in, It feels nice, but I don't feel like breaking those overcrowded lines of people to reach it.
What's the use anymore?
Then, a shadow fell on my hand. I felt pulled, I pulled back, it pulled me harder. I freed my hand and stepped back watching it: one of the black silhouettes . Not different from others, yet so "else". Darkness surrounded me, those wonderful lil' rays of light faded away. Did not intend to reach them, but they would have been if I had wanted to. A panic-like feeling caught my body and mind, tears crowded, walls came down, soul spread its wings into every tiny corner of me.
Felt hugged and naked, scared and protected. Heard God raising his voice: " - Be it light!". My eyes were closed tight, face felt red and wet, the fingers were clutched to the shadow.
" - Be it light!" echoed in my mind, " - Be it light!", again in my heart, " - Be it light!" once more in my soul. "- Be it light!" and my body trembled and so it was, so I was, was showered with that bright light, showered with your smile. The shadow got shaped, shaped into you. Raised my eyes, the dark silhouette was replaced by a winged guardian.
And the fingers were no more clutched to a shadow and I never let go of you since. I am a selfish human sweet angel! Don't let me fall!
Found redemption, now I'll pray Him not to let me blow away the wind beneath our wings!
