Tuesday, May 7, 2013

A PIECE IS GONE (writen by me in june 2009)


**i came across this old writing of mine. and realized it needed to be shared again. i wrote this back in June of 2009. I share it now cause it still is in my heart**





A PIECE IS GONE
by Dixie
As a lonely solem tear slowly slides ever so quietly down the face of a emotionless face. The silence deafens a already wounded soul. A tear is shed, but why? The black draped figure rises from the heap of a solemn life. The essence stirs around the feet of the figure. Who ever could it be? The memories swirl amongst the blood drenched clouds that dance around the  figures feet as it steps. The draped figure crumbles again. A soundless fall creeps upon the soul of the crying figures. What is wrong? WHY do you not rise? The figure rises again. The wind blows a sad breeze upon shadowed face. Gently the long flowing hair is blown away from the face. The figure reaches out but can not. A stumble an a drastic fall. The face jerks quickly away. So no one will see the pain. The eyes scream of something. But what? Why can you not reach? The leaves rustle in the distance. The figure stays silenced in the presence of the wind. The moon looks black as the soul of the creature that lays in the heap. The tears start to stream down the face. Yet you can only see them drip slowly off the cheek. onto the black dry crisp grown. The silence is broken suddenly as the teardrop meets the leaf that mysteriously breezed around the figure. An as sudden as you heard the tear drop hit the leaf. The creature notices sounds as if for the first time. The figure pushes to rise. But yet can not. Something seems to hold the creature down. The load is to heavy to carry. The drape of life weighs down the creature. There is a sudden movement. Swift, strong, an filled with something indescribable. The lifeless heap seems to have become enraged. Or is it Pain? The figures head darts back, the flowing hair falls from the figures face. The eyes are so black. The soul seems to have left. The mouth comes open as this sound comes from the figure that only one can hear. The presence hears the sound. An realizes its scream. A cry to be saved. The figure beats the ground angry. What has this creature so wounded? Why are they so hurt? The blackened sky opens up. The blood drenched moon shines upon the face. The body seems to glow. The figure falls back upon the ground almost lifeless. The moon charges the figure. The body starts to burn. The fire encompasses the figure an just as the figure layed there lifeless. There is nothing but ashes now. A small ghost like figure glides just above the ashes an says rise my child. RISE!!! IT IS DONE! The ground starts to rumble around the ashes left behind by the figure. The drape starts to whip in the wind as it has been blown to a near by tree. The angelic ghostly figure charges the ashes with the purest white light ever seen. The voice states again. RISE!!! IT IS DONE!!! The ground rumbles more. The ashes start to shift. A hand starts to amurst from the ashes. The figure rises piece by piece. The more light that shines down. The more shows. Till finally there stands the figure. Naked to the world. A smaller angelic figure arrives an stands beside the angelic lighted figure an ask. How is it possible? How does someone die an turn to ashes. An yet they stand before you now in the flesh again? The figure never says a word. They just point to something. Oh my Goddess. WHAT IS THAT? says the small figure. How can it be? My Goddess, why is there no heart? The lighted figure smiles an says....Because as it reached the end of one path. They had become a shell of a soul. That swallows the pain till it suffocated the heart. SO as i gave them life an helped them to rise. I took away what hurt them the most. But why my Goddess? Why would you take away there heart an soul. an leave them dead inside. OH MY CHILD>>>YOU ARE SO PRECIOUS. BUT YOU DO NOT SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE.  Says The lighted figure to the small being. MY dear sweet one. I didn't take it a away for ever. I took it to fix it. the small being looks confused, as she stares oddly at the empty place that a heart should go. Tears start to fall. my dear sweet child didnt cry. The being must walk this earth in this way. So that they can find that final piece. YOU SEE MY CHILD. MANY WALK THIS EARTH THINKIN THEY DESERVE LOVE HAPPINESS AN TAKE IT FOR GRANTED.  But my child. This was a damaged soul. I sent them into the world with a pure heart. AN pain an heartache. blackened it till it was a heap upon the ground. SO IT died. Now i send the vessel into the world with out it. BUT with this simple touch upon there chest. They know a piece is missing. The angelic figure lightly touches the chest of the being. A  GASP IS HEARD! The eyes of the figure open an were there world was draped in darkness there stood such a white light so bright an warm. The figure looks into what appears to be the most powerful eyes ever imagined. an touches the empty place a heart should be. A puzzled look falls upon the face. The angelic voice touches there hand an says YES MY CHILD A PIECE IS NOW MISSING. YOU CAN BREATH AGAIN. The figure crys with a look of disappointment on there face. The angelic being places there fingers over there lips an says. MY CHILD IT IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. YOUR SOUL WAS DESTROYED FROM PAIN AN LOSS. I HAVE FIXED IT. BUT SOMEONE IN THIS WORLD NOW HOLDS THE SECRET TOUCH THAT WILL UNLOCK IT FROM ITS HIDDEN PLACE. UNTIL THEN MY CHILD YOU WILL LIVE WITH A PIECE MISSING. GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.

The smaller angelic creature walks up to the being an extends there lil hands. an says...hello my precious one. just like a phoenix your life built up as long as you could handle an you died upon the flames of your souls death. An just as a phoenix rises...YOU AROSE FROM THE ASHES. YOU HAVE RISEN. a piece my be gone. but not forever. Follow your path an in time when you least expect it. you will meet the one that holds the secret to your hearts were abouts. an only they will truly unlock the essence that makes you complete.


The larger angelic being places her hand amongst the shoulder of the smaller angelic being. an with that motion. They turn an leave the risen being standing alone in the midst of what once was. and in the mind set of what will be.


IN THE DISTANCE AS THE TWO FIGURES LEAVE, YOU HEAR A PRECIOUS LIL VOICE ASK....MY GODDESS WHO WAS THAT BEING.



.......THE GODDESS SAYS.......


IT IS THE TRUE PHOENIX RISEN FROM THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR AN HELL TO SURVIVE ONCE MORE.


.....THE LIL VOICE ASK.....


BUT MY GODDESS WHAT IS HER NAME.


.....THE GODDESS SAYS.....


MY CHILD IT IS.....


.....YOU!!!...


.....THE LIL VOICE SAYS....


BUT MY GODDESS I'M DEAD AN WALK AMONGST YOU.


.....THE GODDESS SAYS....


YES MY CHILD. BUT THAT IS DIXIE. YOU ARE WHAT SHE ONCE WAS. THE PURE AN PLEASANT MEMORIES INSIDE OF HER. AS IT DIED SO DID YOU. AN WITH ANY PHOENIX YOU AROSE AGAIN.

IT WASN'T YOUR TIME. AN YOU HAVE MORE TO DO IN THIS LIFE IN THAT FORM. YOU JUST NEEDED TO FINALLY BURN TO ASHES SO THAT YOU COULD RISE AS THE PHOENIX YOU ARE ONCE MORE.

....THE LIL VOICE SAYS....


BLESSED BE MY GODDESS. BUT WHY DID YOU HAVE ME SEE THAT. 


.....THE GODDESS SMILES AN SAYS.....


SO YOU COULD FINALLY SEE THAT EVEN ON YOUR DARKEST DAY MY CHILD. YOU WILL RISE. YOU WILL RISE HIGHER THAN ANY DRAGON CAN SORE. AN THAT EVEN WHEN DESTROYED TO ASHES YOU WILL RISE. YOU ARE THE PHOENIX MY CHILD.


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THE GROW BURST INTO FLAMES...THE FIGURE IN THE DISTANCES SPEAKS AN SCREAMS....I AM DIXIE...AN INTO THE FLAMES I GO...AN I RISE. I AM PHOENIX RISEN. I RISE. ......BLESSED BE.


........THE LIL VOICE SMILES AN SAYS...


AS I HEAR THAT...I KNOW I WILL BE OK.


The ground burst into larger flames...the lil being extends her arms. an were he arms once was. fiery wings. she rises. an soars .



....SHE HEARS ONE FINALLY INSTRUCTIONS....


REMEMBER...A PIECE IS GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. RISE AN FIND THE SECRET.



BLESSED BE.

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