The gray sky,
All gloomy and sad,
As the wind passes by,
I walked away from where I sat.
Leaves from the trees, they fall,
Crumbling to the touch of my hand,
Thought I once had it all,
No more but a grain of sand.
My autumn is as golden as the sun,
Where I see no darkness,
The day I thought I had none,
Was when I saw that Brightness,
As I hug my body close,
Against the cold, yet warm wind,
I know this path I chose,
Would not be my life as it had been.
-Aurelia-
March 11, 2010
2.33 a.m.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Winter, My Friend
Rachel trudged heavily through the snow covered pavement, eager to get home to her warm, cozy house. Her breath fogged up in front of her, and her face felt almost frozen. She went to the nearby store just to get some snacks, and the walk home seems to be taking an eternity.
She could see her house almost a block away, when all of a sudden she heard a muffled shout, more like a yelp. She stopped dead on her tracks, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Again she heard it but it was almost inaudible. It was coming from the bushes nearby her neighbour, Mrs. Pattinson's, house. She knelt on the ground and looked through the bushes and saw something black squirming, amidst all the snow.
Carefully, she put her hand through to touch it, and it barked lightly. Rachel tensed, as she realized it seemed to be a little puppy, and she had a horrible fear for dogs, since the incident when she was ten. Her Aunt Kristen's dog playfully jumped on her and wrestled with her on the ground. Since that day, she didn't go near any dogs, or even let any come near her.
But, this simpering animal caught between the bushes was just a little puppy and she felt sorry for it. She can't let it be stuck there with the cold weather, it could die. Braving herself, she pulled the struggling animal out off the bushes and hugged it tightly to her, to keep it warm. Running all the way home, she burst into the front door, much to her mother's surprise.
"What's the matter, dear?" she asked, with genuine concern, then noting the black ball of fur in Rachel's hand, she said, "What in the name of Jupiter is that?"
"It's a puppy, mother," Rachel said, excitedly, her fourteen year-old face lighting up in eagerness, "I found him stuck under some bushes in front of Mrs. Pattinson's house."
"It's probably a stray," her mother voiced out, "you shouldn't have picked it up. It could be sickly."
"But, mother, look," she carried the puppy up to her mother, "he's injured. His leg must have got caught somewhere. We have to take him to the doctor."
"Vet, dear," her mother explained, "animals don't go to doctors, they go to vets. Oh, very well, come along, we'll go and see Dr. Edward, see what he says."
Rachel, smiled happily, and followed her mother out. While driving to the vet, Rachel kept talking to the puppy as it looked up at her with his black, twinkly eyes, as if understanding everything she said.
"Mom, what kind of dog is he?" Rachel asked her mother.
"I'm not really sure," her mother replied, "we'll ask the vet when we get there."
When they reached the vet's office, Rachel got out of the car anxiously and followed her mother into the waiting room. When it was their turn to see Dr. Edward, Rachel whispered to the puppy that everything would be alright and that he would be okay soon, in which the dog replied with a weak yelp.
Dr. Edward was a smiling middle-aged man, who got to work immediately on the little puppy. He explained that the puppy had probably been caught in the torns in the bushes, which would explain it's injuries. He bandaged the little animal and passed it over to Rachel.
"Doctor, can I ask you something?" Rachel asked.
"Sure thing, dearie," he replied.
"Do you know what kind of dog is this?" she enquired.
"Well, can't you see by the look of it?" he said to her, patting the puppy, "It's a Scottish Terrier, and a fine one at that. It's wound would heal in no time, so no worries there young lady."
"Do you think the owners will come looking for him?" she asked, afraid to lose the puppy she came to love. Then she explained to the vet how she found the puppy. He pondered thoughtfully before answering her.
"Well, he doesn't seem to have any collar for identification," he replied, "but just to be on the safe side, you should make a police report. If no one shows up then you may as well keep him."
Rachel was exhilarated. She quickly ushered her mother out of the office to go to the police station. She was pretty sure that the dog had no owners. When her mother asked her why, she simply said she could just feel it.
A week passed then a month and no one came to collect her puppy. It had finally healed and was prancing around the house with her. Her mother had allowed her to adopt the puppy, and it became her best friend. Winter was almost over, but Rachel had never had the best winter in her whole life, until now, with the black Scottish Terrier puppy she named Winter.
She could see her house almost a block away, when all of a sudden she heard a muffled shout, more like a yelp. She stopped dead on her tracks, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Again she heard it but it was almost inaudible. It was coming from the bushes nearby her neighbour, Mrs. Pattinson's, house. She knelt on the ground and looked through the bushes and saw something black squirming, amidst all the snow.
Carefully, she put her hand through to touch it, and it barked lightly. Rachel tensed, as she realized it seemed to be a little puppy, and she had a horrible fear for dogs, since the incident when she was ten. Her Aunt Kristen's dog playfully jumped on her and wrestled with her on the ground. Since that day, she didn't go near any dogs, or even let any come near her.
But, this simpering animal caught between the bushes was just a little puppy and she felt sorry for it. She can't let it be stuck there with the cold weather, it could die. Braving herself, she pulled the struggling animal out off the bushes and hugged it tightly to her, to keep it warm. Running all the way home, she burst into the front door, much to her mother's surprise.
"What's the matter, dear?" she asked, with genuine concern, then noting the black ball of fur in Rachel's hand, she said, "What in the name of Jupiter is that?"
"It's a puppy, mother," Rachel said, excitedly, her fourteen year-old face lighting up in eagerness, "I found him stuck under some bushes in front of Mrs. Pattinson's house."
"It's probably a stray," her mother voiced out, "you shouldn't have picked it up. It could be sickly."
"But, mother, look," she carried the puppy up to her mother, "he's injured. His leg must have got caught somewhere. We have to take him to the doctor."
"Vet, dear," her mother explained, "animals don't go to doctors, they go to vets. Oh, very well, come along, we'll go and see Dr. Edward, see what he says."
Rachel, smiled happily, and followed her mother out. While driving to the vet, Rachel kept talking to the puppy as it looked up at her with his black, twinkly eyes, as if understanding everything she said.
"Mom, what kind of dog is he?" Rachel asked her mother.
"I'm not really sure," her mother replied, "we'll ask the vet when we get there."
When they reached the vet's office, Rachel got out of the car anxiously and followed her mother into the waiting room. When it was their turn to see Dr. Edward, Rachel whispered to the puppy that everything would be alright and that he would be okay soon, in which the dog replied with a weak yelp.
Dr. Edward was a smiling middle-aged man, who got to work immediately on the little puppy. He explained that the puppy had probably been caught in the torns in the bushes, which would explain it's injuries. He bandaged the little animal and passed it over to Rachel.
"Doctor, can I ask you something?" Rachel asked.
"Sure thing, dearie," he replied.
"Do you know what kind of dog is this?" she enquired.
"Well, can't you see by the look of it?" he said to her, patting the puppy, "It's a Scottish Terrier, and a fine one at that. It's wound would heal in no time, so no worries there young lady."
"Do you think the owners will come looking for him?" she asked, afraid to lose the puppy she came to love. Then she explained to the vet how she found the puppy. He pondered thoughtfully before answering her.
"Well, he doesn't seem to have any collar for identification," he replied, "but just to be on the safe side, you should make a police report. If no one shows up then you may as well keep him."
Rachel was exhilarated. She quickly ushered her mother out of the office to go to the police station. She was pretty sure that the dog had no owners. When her mother asked her why, she simply said she could just feel it.
A week passed then a month and no one came to collect her puppy. It had finally healed and was prancing around the house with her. Her mother had allowed her to adopt the puppy, and it became her best friend. Winter was almost over, but Rachel had never had the best winter in her whole life, until now, with the black Scottish Terrier puppy she named Winter.
Long Days Without You
I thought it was the end,
Of my world as it is,
Was there nothing to mend,
My broken heart with lies,
Lies that will get me through,
The day without you,
Knowing that I can see through,
The pain without you,
Who said, we can't be healed,
Even as scars tear my soul,
And my hopelessness, it builds,
That nothing can be so cold,
Like a hand in winter,
Grasping a heart, to warm,
It's made me feel bitter,
But I still remain calm,
For I know,
The strength is within me,
Though I don't let it show,
It will bring peace for me.
-Aurelia-
Of my world as it is,
Was there nothing to mend,
My broken heart with lies,
Lies that will get me through,
The day without you,
Knowing that I can see through,
The pain without you,
Who said, we can't be healed,
Even as scars tear my soul,
And my hopelessness, it builds,
That nothing can be so cold,
Like a hand in winter,
Grasping a heart, to warm,
It's made me feel bitter,
But I still remain calm,
For I know,
The strength is within me,
Though I don't let it show,
It will bring peace for me.
-Aurelia-
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