5: 76:  Your Story

Excerpt 76 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
  -from 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'

My Love, you stand before me so dejected, so defeated
  by life as if I am your last resort...
For I must be for you to join me on this wild ride of my life...
You hold my right hand in spirit and will to guide me...
But your sadness flows like a quiet, slow river through
  the gulleys of my experience and becomes stagnant there...
Oh, the irony of your nonexistence in flesh and blood
  beside me to warm me...
You have helped me write about you as my spirit guide...
I sense you in the quietest of moments...
I hear you as but a whisper in my ear...
But where is your human self, is he dead or alive, and
  does he exist?...
Although my dreams told me you do, they are but the
  glittering imaginings of one so creative as myself...
Oh, the burden of creativity and vision;
  let my written story release it...
My Love, the story becomes you...
Breathe it in to absorb it...
Breathe out to release your sadness...
Yes, you are real and alive...
Your story is who you are...
Let the world see and read you as I do...
You are beautiful...