He looks closely at his reflection in the stream. He sees a man of anger, a man of blackness. Heartache now fills his soul of unfulfilled wishes. Sadness cloaks his heart. No light is allowed to intrude his shell of darkness.
Over his shoulder, a gentle touch drifted. Words of inspiration allow a new beginning. A shell shattered to pieces by the omnipotent power of a delicate frail word.
At one time, all that could be seen was darkness, but hearts can change...mine will change.
Reason for writing:
I sometimes cannot help my mood. I wrote this to my girlfriend to apoligize for what I said (and didn't say).
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