: By: Anonymous
I sit there, on the end of my bed. Somewhere in my house I can hear my parents in another fight. The cruel words that come from there fiery lips cut me like a knife. I have friends, but none of them really care about me. I can never be honest with them about anything, if I was walking down a path with someone, it would be with me. I’m safe with myself, nobody else can dare hurt me, and I can shut my eyes and fly to that place with those beautiful lights in the sky. I zoom to my favorite seat on the tip of a small iceberg and watch the show. The multicolored lights are so lovely that you can’t help but stare in pure amazement and delight, even though I’m sitting on the tip an iceberg I never feel cold. The beauty of the sky and the pleasantness of my dreams keep me safe and warm. It’s funny, every time I’m sitting there a figure appears before me in the sky and talks to me. She was a very tall lady made from the Green and Pink lights that brighten the sky with their radiant rays of joy. I would talk to her about me troubles back home, and she would comfort me with truth and stories about the various people she met and talked with about the same problems. They made me feel better, made me feel as if I wasn’t the only person going through these things. I would often cry when I couldn’t find her in the galaxy of magical lights, because she wasn’t beside me. She would come down in her green and pink mystical colors, almost looked like she was wearing a dress. She would sit next me on top of the iceberg and hold me close, and make me feel even warmer. Then she would whisper in my ear “what was lost can be found. Love will find its way to you, and then you will be free”. After hours of meaningful conversation, she would lift herself up and fly back into the galaxy of lights, and I would always fly back home with more hope when I had before. And going back and forth between earth and the magical lights, a spark of hope, joy and love is always seen. It doesn’t last long, but soon a fire will begin to burn, Fire that will burn forever one that brings light. Maybe those lights above the iceberg speak in different ways to different people, but how else will you know if you don’t close your eyes and take the journey into the lights for yourself.
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