30 Days of Haiga 2017: Day 11: End of Story

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Notes:

Without going into too much detail, which would detract from the viewing of the image, I have had a difficult year. I have changed jobs six times and eventually ended up changing careers entirely. 

There are aspects of my current job which I really appreciate, but it is not an easy job and I do not make as much money as I did in my previous profession, which there are several reasons I can't go back to, the biggest one being changes in my diabetes which lead to fatigue and weakness if I don't pace myself.

I feel like I have lost the things that made me who I am: my imagination and my ability to enter other worlds astrally and psychically. My heart is heavy and I feel broken. I feel that I am constantly being punished and that there is no need for external hells when all the hell I need is here in the loss of that which made me who I am.

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Silent Spell

Silent Spell

If my words could carry across the miles

Would my aim be good enough

To float across the land dried by the scorch of the sun

To maybe reach into your mind

To softly caress your spirit

To ring a gentle chime

And give you a sign

That the spell you didn't know you cast

Worked full well on my foolish heart

Which is now filled with emotions that others deride as trite

For you I would gladly walk into the night

And disappear from this soulless, heartless world forever

~Cie~

Hidden Treasure

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Hidden Treasure

A Love Story

Mine is a journey taken mostly alone

Awaiting forever for the arrival of one who might understand

I hear the clock chime in the supposed house of the holy

As I arise for the evening to ingest my lonely meal before heading off to work

I hear people laughing outside, and I sigh sadly

Wondering what it might be to have someone to laugh with me

I make my way into the night, hearing my heart beat

Thinking it might fall silent at any moment, as heavily as my loneliness weighs upon it

All at once I see something on the corner

A creature pale and plain, with a scar upon his face

Looking like a forlorn stray cat at once afraid of and desiring companionship

A ghost in the light of the lamp, made nearly invisible by the snow

Everyone else passes him by, seeing nothing

But I acknowledge his presence, and a smile graces his forlorn face

Like me, he has been alone in the world for what seems like countless years

I invite him to accompany me, and together we walk on

Nobody else can see my one true friend

A simple spirit pale and plain, overlooked by the majority of passerby

But beautiful to me, scarred face and all

Bringing color to my once gray world, and love to my once lonely heart

Sometimes the things ignored by the majority

Because they are not overtly eye-catching

Are in fact the most beautiful and fetching

Because they are the realest things of all

~Cie~



Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

My fallen angel

Wrap me in your broken wings

Let me ease your pain

~Cie~