The Village Angel.

The Journey's Start

Everyday a person lives his life hiding thoughts and feelings due to circumstances and then there are those who just are expressive and straightforward. I've been someone who could not express my grieves or sorrows. I learned a lesson today. When the world refuses to listen to you and you have to run by its rules. Stop and listen to yourself. I've been confused for such a long while as to who I was and what I wanted. I needed time for myself and to understand who I was. I needed to live a life without being dependent on anyone and so it began that my mistakes started to make effect. My mistakes were many and I had to learn and had learned from many but now I had to pay for my mistakes. I thus started at first solving the troubles created by it. Sure one cannot retrace a step once taken but I had to do what it takes to make it so. So began a journey not of steps but of thoughts that lead me a long way. I needed a supporting shoulder here but I had none, I just moved in here. My friends back home would not reach out to me I had to reach out to them, but then they needed answers and answers which I could not give without causing trouble I took my step, I needed this supporting person. I needed to live on with others in my life.
What had I done? I just made a mistake that could cost me everything I had. I risked it all. I took her for granted. There was something I knew immediately was wrong, but I could not retrace my path. Every door closes behind each person and going back is not an easy task and is often impossible. I had heard of it but now I have to practice its pains. I knew then where my fault lied but then I needed the help my mistake offered to take a route of less resistance. I hoped that my heart was right in trusting a soul like so with a secret that could take away all that I had.
The same battles occur again, I am again wounded in the heart I cannot go on without another secret told. I am not a soldier. I need not keep this pain to myself. I am at the doors that risked my everything once and now I am about to knock on it to see another person. My feelings are eating me inside. Its not the same person I had confided in earlier, its a new face and yet I find myself speaking my heart out. I had done it again. Another risk to my everything I realize not the troubles it can create this time. My heart is already consoled. I need not fight anymore I can take this path. I am safe here.
The door closes behind me and I do not hear the whispers behind them. I am consoled but have I made a mistake? Where is my fault? I find myself speaking to people I trust. Where do the whispers come from? Why do I not hear them?

The Beast

The doors do not open to me anymore. I find myself needing them no more. My risk has been taken and now the moment of truth has slowly crept upon me. I do not see the darkness. I stumble blindly upon the barren battlefield I know not where to face. The doors have opened again unleashing the beast within. A beast I cannot fight, a beast that eats me inside out taking away all that I have. I need to escape it. But now everything is gone. How do I face the world now. I am stripped of all I had. My words don't come out. I can't move my limbs, I can feel the pain gripping me. Where do I run from myself? Where do I run by myself? Wake up every morning to see the face that betrayed you, your face. The beast lives no more, but legends speak of its immortality. Fear lingers among others. The beast would do more harm to them than to me. After all it is their village. "“The Beast lives no longer‚" were the cries sent from rooftop to rooftop. The fear was still intense, I was sent out, in exile.

Exodus

The Beast has been sent to destroy my enemies but who does the beast attack when the enemy is my everything. Exiled by my own tasks, I blame none. But why does the village exile me so when I protected it from the beast sent because I was hurt by them? Thoughts run my mind and I am under a trance of penance. I forget my path in thought I loose my way. The nights never seemed so powerful. The moon is too bright, the stars too cold. The ground is frigid but when did I fall? How did I get here? How do I get out? How do I choose my path? How is there a path? How do I go home? What did I do wrong? I will burn the town to its ashes if it doesn't take back the exile. I gave them my best. I deserve none of this. The night is cold. I do fear my death.
"Halt who goes there?"” I hear footsteps near my ears. Have the Angels come to take me? Must I confess? "“ I'll lead you home", "home is not far, you will reach"; "“ Stand! Fight the village";” "“ Join the village"” voices haunting me. Whom do I hear? Are there whispers I cannot hear? Do I not trust? How do I live from here? Take me Oh lord. Send down your Angels and take me I do not want to live. "“Do not plead for angels, take out your own wings "” Voices I can trust again. I spread the wings and fly. "The village is not far I can still get back"

The Renaissance

Now I stand before the village. The village that lead the doors to unleashe the beast. The village that killed me. The village that exiled me. The village I call home. I am no longer recognizable. My Armour glows in the darkness a bright colour of love. My wings help me soar. My legs let me stand on my own feet. My sword slays the dangers to this village that will never cease to hurt me. My home I shall protect for each time I am slain by this village the more powerful I arise, and the stronger my love for this village grows.