Once again, struggling to think I found myself on the path I've traveled so many times before looking to find my place of refuge. These woods were familiar, sprawling with all forms of life. All beautiful in their own right. It was quiet; something I've always admired about this place, but in the distance I saw something that was different; something was out of place. I ventured closer to see a door now in front of me. This door was large and quite tall. It seemed to be made of the wood that these very trees produced. Oval in shape it was a french style door with golden handles. I was intrigued and had to open it.
The door on this side was not at all like the other. It was falling apart and odd vines had begun to overtake it. The sky was now grey and thick with fog; the grass was wet and I could hear it sloshing beneath my feet. A dark and dreary place; I knew not where I was, but I kept walking straight ahead, not straying from my course. Something was pulling me there.
I held my gaze in front of me, never looking away nor stopping to blink. In the distance I began to see a shadowy figure, that seemed to have wings. A dark, daunting aura surrounding it and mine was very light; it radiated. As I got closer, the figure must've noticed my light...maybe something it had not seen in a long while; it turned to face me; SHE turned to face me. A dark angel with wngs of black, feathers molting; dying from her being. The dress she wore was tattered and torn, only a small remnant of the beauty it used to hold, a few small pearls still clung to it held by a thread; gleaming. She herself looked dirty, lost and unhappy..maybe shamed by the kingdom for who she'd been or what she'd done.
We stared for a moment, I then got the courage to ask where I was..she gave no answer, I then asked her how she got here; again no answer. Just a look of pure sadness painted across her face, but I felt no compassion; like somehow she'd deserved this. I then asked her who she was, she looked to her right for a second; an old dead tree in her vision, then back to me. She whispered her answer so softly that I could not hear; I urged her to speak louder, growing annoyed and impatient. You have not answered my questions! You've given me no answers! Now who are you?!
Her eyes were dark, no sparkle in them, she breathed deeply and began to speak. I listened intently. She told me she did not know where we were, she was banished here. Maybe been here centuries; she'd since lost track of time. She then attempted to say how she got here and stopped short of "I was not deserving of the life I led, so they deemed me unworthy of their paradise."
I found myself unsurprised by that, she spoke no more so again I asked her "Who are you?" A single tear fell from her eye and she answered "I am the mother." My eyes grew wide. "I am the mother," I said. What on Earth does that mean or will you not answer that either? She simply said "I am the mother, I am YOUR mother. The one you'd been searching for, for so long, but now you've stopped, why have you stopped?" I thought for a moment and answered, "You weren't deserving of their paradise and you weren't deserving of me, you birthed me and I am the daughter, but not of you, never of you."
She couldn't bare to look at me, but she spoke, "I've watched you from here, wondering how different you could've been if it had been me there raising you..I touched her face to get her to look at me, I held her hand for a moment trying to give her some of my light, but I felt nothing, nothing but coldness and darkness from deep within her. These tears, the wondering was all a sham maybe, but I looked to my right and that tree came to life. It was a weeping cherry. The sky remained grey, the thick fog stayed, the grass was still wet, but I smiled and walked away. That colorful, beautiful tree would stand tall forever and she would have no choice, but to think of me...