Death of a Queen

She possesses a memory like an elephant.

The heart of a lioness.

Her mind, her playground.

Her body moving with the precision of a panther.

Her loving spirit felt in her touch, seen in her eyes–glowing, dancing when at peace with those around her.

Each atom of her being bent, distorted, frayed as she watched one who used the word love with her name in the same sentence; feeling, coping, appearing to accept…to overstand watching the words “it is okay” fall from her lips–hiding the pain, shock, disappointment; silently feeling the tears fall.

Bracing herself, preparing to put the emotions in a compartment, knowing it was time to let go.

She stumbled, she shook as she watched her heart fall, shattering from the impact.

Laying in the darkness of the early morning, her eyes open she prayed a prayer for strength and guidance.

Light entered her room, the brightest light she had ever seen. Looking around to see which window the moonlight entered unable to sit up.

First she laughed then tears formed in the wells of her eyes, suddenly feeling a love unlike she ever felt before. The light grew, the love amplified lifting her spirit, her mind, her heart.

The ceiling above her gone, she saw stars brighter then she ever recalled. Clouds formed each with a memory of emotions felt with another, first slowly passing her, getting faster and faster until she saw her present.

The light in her room began to dim, still the pure love remained. The clouds of memories gone.

She rose from her bed, down on her knees talking and thanking The Creator of All Creation for the love, the overstanding.

No longer a Queen.

A Goddess standing upon before the Earth and the World.

Standing in the light, the love, knowing her power, her worth.

Published by Richard Jayne

I love The Creator Of All Things, some of my family members, all those that it took to get to the making of me. Intellectual people; they are sexy! I write when I need to release energy that will inspire, educate, inform, or release negative thoughts that I hope will touch another enough to evoke change.

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