Rebirth – Poem
Proof Time Heals Everything, and the Person becomes a Butterfly That Flies Free.
Time flew away
Silently in the moments
Of waiting for you, my Love.
I do not want you to stay
It’s not some win or prey.
I can always see you above
When I look at the skyline
Or the sun touches my V-neck line
It would be good if you were mine
But you aren’t at this time.
When I watch the clouds
I remember your eyes smiled.
Tenderness’ brown of sunrise
I saw your irises spark
There were times I was in the dark
Of the deeper environment –
Your labyrinth of the heart.
Now I am afar
Because you wanted me to.
I feel like I misunderstood
But maybe I wasn’t.
I went through the pain of rebirth
Here, I find that my pride is understood.
Many people misunderstand both because they’re similar. Freedom is expressing yourself in the best possible way, without being a slave to society’s norms and judgments. Loneliness is the power to organize and focus thoughts, actions, and mindset toward goals pursuit. Being lonely means puzzle-solving personal life for a time being.
In that way of thinking, I want to share my yesterday’s experience while I watched a theatrical performance based on one of my favorite writers – Alexander Dumas – son. The spectacle was about “The Lady with the camellias.” It was an emotionally breaking performance that brought me to tears. I feel no shame in crying when my heart is touched by music, film, spectacle, etc., and feel everything intensely.
The “The Lady with the camellias” story is valid today because people choose if they want to love or money and power. The main heroine decided to fall in love but she couldn’t escape her past life. The main message of that performance was in short: “People stay with you until you’re in the spotlight. But, when you die, no one throws a flower on the dead person’s coffin”.
It was a bittersweet story for the most beautiful lady in Paris, who fell in love and died from it. She made worse choices in her past life and listened to society’s opinion. She sacrificed happiness for her lover’s family and he didn’t understand.
In the end, the man “The Lady with the camellias” loved, and humiliated her to understand later she was the true love of his life. He was the only one who threw a flower on her coffin and wanted to move it to see her face one last time. That scene made me cry, and I felt cut inside – the man became pale when opened the ark to see a skeleton.
The main male character decided to write a book about his love for her beautiful and dead lover. It’s a real story as far as I know. A dream about romance like that sometimes crosses my mind, but without the death part. It’s because of my romantic nature.
Was it right or wrong?
Was the fight for love worth it or not?
The books of Alexander Duma – father and son are the most precious readings I experienced. They are valid today because love, betrayal, humiliation, and misunderstandings are strong suits.
The performance “The Lady with the camellias” was a quick reminder for me to live my life to its fullest. One day I will die too, but I prefer cremation to have no one to throw a flower on my coffin. It sounds sad and crazy, but it’s the truth.