Settling In

Sitting down on the bed, I sighed a weary but happy sigh. My journey had been long, but the end was the beginning and I was happy to have taken such a task. I wondered at the other inhabitants of this Abbey, but still was quite afraid for what they would think of me. I chuckled quietly at my own nervousness.
Putting my things away, I plopped down on the bed and took a breather; I could not have rememebered packing so many things! Looking around my room, I found it to be cosy, with greens and blacks, and a shaggy green rug in front of the fireplace that was across from my bed.
I knew at once I would be comfortable here, and couldn't wait to start exploring the Abbey. It seemed to me that my room was not enough, this Abbey was like a whole new world, just waiting for old and new things to be found.
I heard my belly grumble slightly and again chuckled. I wondered where the kitchen was? But as soon as I thought this a box of chocolates was sitting on the bedside table. I was not sure if they were there before, or whether it was just that I had not noticed them. Shrugging I picked the box of the table and lifted the lid. At once the smell of chocolate washed over me, begging my senses to induldge. And so I did. But I only took one, for though I was hungry, the hunger was not that great and I ingnored the tempation to take more than one. If I did I knew I would not be able to stop myself.
Laying back, the chocolates covered and back on the table, I was content. I looked at what I had; a change of scene, possible new friends, a new place to explore and a place for me to sort out myself. What more could I want? I was away from the Overgrown Kingdom I had been placed in, and thankful for it to.


A box of chocolates
Memory Door

As I stepped through the door of memory,
I was at once shocked by what I see,
It was me as a little girl,
still waiting for the world to unfurl,
Springing up from the bed in delight,
Racing to the Christmas tree to see the sight,
I chuckled and watched as young me turned,
And stood shocked as if she were burned.

I quietly said "hello," and marveled at young me,
There was only innocence, no pain and hurt could I see,
and as I squeaked a small "hi" in return,
I saw how much from young me I could learn,
And as I sat down upon the ground,
she sat next to me without a sound,
I feared at once she was afraid of me,
I said as much but she did not agree.

"I do not fear you," she said, looking in my eyes,
"Now I know why our mother cries."
And as I sat stunned she wrapped her arms around my waist,
And kissed my cheek, in much haste,
I told her then of the future she holds,
I wept for us and held her like I used to hold my dolls,
She could not understand, I fear,
What she would become to all those dear.

I said goodbye and left, closing the door,
And as I did, I felt a tear drop on the floor,
I knew that I could not face,
Another trip into memory would leave me in disgrace,
For the innocence and painlessness I just left behind,
Would forever exsist only in my mind.

Any comments, anyone?


Dark Fool
~Emily