She calls, “Stay here Child”
She smells like flowers in the breeze
She tastes like sweet candy
I see her
She is bright like the sun
I can feel her warmth radiating through the day.
He wants me to go
I can hear him
He says “Leave her, and come with me”
He smells burnt
He tastes like moldy bread
I see him
He is burning like flames
Yet he feels as cold as the winter night.
She is happy,
Peaceful,
Vibrant.
SHE is life.
He is cold,
Pale,
Mysterious.
HE is death.
I push her away through the day,
But without her there is no light.
I push him away through the night,
But without him there is no dark.
They talk to me
They say, “You must choose, Child”
Left (go) Right (stay)
White (peace) Black (war).
How can I choose?
Why not have both?
“We just can’t.”
I want to go
I want to leave
But I have to stay
My family needs me
I will see him someday
Just not today.