Awakening : a long lasting sorrow

Keishara Azhari
2 min readAug 15, 2021

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By : keishara.A

The story of Joseph White.

. The moon shines over hundreds of stones, bringing those memories I’ve buried back to life. I’ve longed for this moment to come, the time where I accept and embrace my loss towards the person whom I cherished most.

My eyes can’t hide the truth. The pain that I felt and the awful silence that haunts my ears. Memories of the times we used to spend come running through my mind as I walk by the places we used to share.Thus my heart couldn’t beat as normal as another human being when I see you again ‘Carren, my love. I was away for quite a long time, lost, and alone. I don’t want to forget you nor to forget what we’ve had, those priceless moments, nothing could ever replace that” I cried. “Dear love, I must let you go but you’ll be forever linger in my heart and mind” as I finished my words, a strong wind passed through.

My heart aches stronger. As if there’s a glimpse of my one true love giving me a clue that she’ll forever stand by my side. I stare at the rising sun. It’s dawn.

The footsteps of horses running, the smoke from an old man smoking, the sun that won’t stop rising and my heart that couldn’t stop aching. As I walked through the places that I’ve adored and the places she loved, I shed a tear. Her grave was far behind, I’ve let her go, but she’ll be forever mine and I shall be forever hers.

I was away for a very long time, was distant and absent. From the past and the present. Leaving the life I had and the ones I love. Until I couldn’t feel the presence of any being, even myself, and to look for what I had left was an attempt to regain my strength. The flickering lights I used to see, no longer came to my eyesight. I was helpless. But now everything I knew were back to where I left them to be. I’m relieved for how my mind and soul are one, once again.

The stones clap loudly as I swing my legs through the coast, I could hear the ocean sobbing for my sorrow that screamed loudly for a lending hand. While the water brushes the carvings I made, as I watched the sun goes down. The lights slowly clicked one by one as the sky darkens. Therefor today has ended. The first day of my awakening.

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