Have You Read That Story Of A Little Boy....

Have you heard the story of a little boy,

Who’d every single day, cross a dense & dark forest, to reach the other end, just holding a little light lamp. The light would throw itself a feet ahead, while unknown darkness swallowed everything except this little halo of lamp, that to me emanated light more from within, then outside. He’d cross this dense forest every single day, not knowing what would lay ahead & how far this darkness spread.

To me this light was Hope, was Faith, to be fully present in the moment; every single day.

Months & Years passed, as they walked like this for almost 2decades in all.

What kept them going, was it a belief or a knowing. Was it a prayer, or a tear, was it to carry burdens of another. For the forest sure was dark & there lurked many a stories of painful past. Yet they carried one another,

Is Gratitude enough, can appreciation be woven in words, what is light to you, for we’ve crossed thresholds of identities; that husbands & wife’s never could. We’re not companions through life, not even friends, nor titles called-“mother & child”, yet as love we’ve lend our lights, so that this journey may end, even though physically we’ve not moved anywhere. Yet! As Spirits we’ve aglow as Lights, as Love to carry one-another through these troubling-tides.

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My Story through this chronic invisible pain of 20 years, walking along Atul & Coco. Sometimes I borrowed theirs, while at times, I’ve lend my light. I know naught how deep this forests of pain, we still need to traverse, where our worldly identities have dwindled, as not even a single day, I’ve walked through , without any sickness in body, Yet more through my spirit

To me these are not Portraits from life; but our Beings here as Light, that can only be understood, through ones dark times

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©️ Meghna/2020