Letting Go

The earth shuddered under me, and I saw him back away, I hissed. I felt the quake build and build and build. The ground underneath him rumbled in anger. He shook in fear and for a moment I felt satisfaction, so that he might know a fraction of what I felt when he shattered the last remnants of my heart. The same as everyone who learned about my gift. Shying away, running away, leaving me. He gazed toward me, and the emotion I saw there stopped the crust from destrying him then and there, he pleaded in his voice that still sent shivers up my spine "Please, Mora, Please I was wrong!" The last word came out as a strangled scream.

I felt my anger return, he was wrong, and now he would suffer, suffer as I had suffered. I tried to unleash the wrath of the earth that connected everything, but for once, and it was almost a blessed relief, when it didn't obey. He held a look of gratitude and fear, fear that had once been love. I gazed at him, and maybe he saw something in my eyes change, because his hands, raised in surrender, lowered, and his beautiful green gaze held my brown one.

My heart raced, and I waited for a slow grin to spread across his feautures, but it never did. If my heart could sink furthur it would have, I remembered all the time that I wished for him, because he held my heart, and I couldn't tell if I could ever grasp his. Then he shattered it and the remnants scattered on the pits of my soul as I fed off anger. Gazing at him now, he only spoke with a slow monotone or distant voice " Thank You." 

The words held no promise, no glimmer of hope, and my eyes fell, I didn't know whether to feel ashamed, or furious still. Taking a deep breath I felt it hitch in my throat, there was nothing left of what we once had, the minutes stretched on, and I found myself no longer breathing.

It was gone. He was gone. Those love swept eyes of his were gone.

So I released the breath, and knew that my love, my anger, my hate, and shackles ro revenge was gone as well.

My brown eyes met his green ones once more, expecting to see him gone or this be the last time, instead I saw a glimmer of the future.

And I didn't smile, somehow beyond smiling, instead I simply replied solemnly " I'm sorry." 

He only accepted it with a dip of his head before strolling off the field as if nothing had happened even though between us a forest of invaders had been cleared for a strong native oak.

This is covering a subject that many of us face in our lives. When someone hurts us, it is customary or impulse to retaliate, though occassionaly this is limited. While this is a simple lesson to learn, and slmost impossible to do all the time (We all make our share of mistakes, and there are times when people simply cross the line), I believe it important to incorporate in our daily lives.

While it may seem extreme in these paragraphs it is true, most of the time letting go, and allowing something new to grow is better than revenge.