Forever listening to the waves crash up the shore, my shoulder, my life forever crashes, only to rise and fall with the tide. A continuous ebbing and rising of great good and terrible times of and in my life. I feel I am a lighthouse. A lonely tower on the edge of a cliff overlooking the vast waves of life all around me. Forever above, looking out below, and far, far away, on the edges of our world, lighting a way for travelers on dark troubled waves.

I stand alone on this darkest of nights, surrounded by everything that is nothing. Neither here nor there, though the dark is impenetrable except where I shine my light on this blackest of nights. I shine bright to warn others of what is at my feet, that which I am made up of. Cold, hard rocks willing and wanting to drink more than frozen water of silt and brine. I stand atop this frozen pile of death because I was one to crawl from it's depths. The ice in my heart seems frozen eternal, so I sit upon my tower isolated by choice yelling "DON'T BE LIKE ME!". Don't let your heart be frozen by broken love, not by love gone and not by a love that might yet be. I take solace in my isolation, my enforced solitude.

I can't move, frozen by pain and fear. Paralyzed by the fear of all the pain I have endured and surrounded myself with. I use my work as a cover, to cover my pain. Such harsh feelings are easier to endure if you think it's for a good cause, because your doing good for others other than yourself. But maybe I warn them only to stay away from me by going around and circling myself in my own mire of destitute and helplessness. I shine my light in hope others may find their way, a way not like mine. I shine my light for me as well. It is my hope. Someday I will shine my light in a direction only for it to fall upon the one angel of my life strong enough to save me, the rock.

I see her every night I sleep, and I know she is the most breathtaking wonder my eyes will ever see. I am a child for her; never wanting sleep because it pains my soul to see her, but not hold her. Yet I never want to get out of bed, our bed, hers and mine, because I'm afraid I never will dream her again. I never remember her face. I want her to be so definitive in my memory, I want to forever remember and recall the light-hearted heavy-headed feeling of seeing her for the first time. We will always be able to feel that spark, that loving tug on each others souls. So I shine on in hope, and in love. Today could be the day my angel appears, and if not, tomorrow is another day full of love and hope, so I do all I know and shine on.

Keyword: Lighthouse

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Posted by Ashutosh 2008-08-25 10:09:41 .... This seemed somewhat ambigous to me. Maybe you tried to make it poetic but I guess it needs more clarity. Also the langauge needs to be polished up. It sounds vague and hazy and it's hard for me as a reader to make out what you intend to convey. + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-08-25 10:28:46 .... I see this not as a story, but as an expression of pure emotions and feelings. The metaphor of the lighthouse is a good one for expressing loneliness and self loathing. How nice to have a rock to cling to, when so many have none. + Report this comment
Posted by harmattan 2008-08-25 15:36:30 loathing? No self loathing there otherwise you wouldn't shine the light to attract, would you? Couldn't be more solid and obvious than a metaphoric lighthouse, could you, waiting, even in vain, for a lost love to return. Super images. Kind regards Harmattan + Report this comment
Posted by r.e.potter 2008-08-25 18:58:39 .... I agree with all the above comments. Its poetic in nature and a lighthouse is a good symbol of loneliness. You did a good job of discribing the surroundings as well...Over all,,,I like this. + Report this comment
Posted by Terry Collett 2008-08-31 15:32:35 .... This story(prose/poem)has plenty of emotion and feelings holding on each word, and one feels as if one were waiting for a conclusion that does not come and maybe is not meant to come as yet. Nonetheless, it has power to move I think and take the reader briefly into that world of the writer(character) and the sadness there. good. + Report this comment

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