Nirvana
By Hovig Takouchian
As seen in "Pennies" section of Main Street Magazine November Issue
I walk alone in the cold unrelenting fog of the night.
Like a wounded animal suffering a short, painful plight.
Deep Inside.
A lost, fragile child is all I am.
Terrified.
The evil is so close.
Almost breaching.
Searching.
Needing the faith that guides me.
Like a gentle touch.
It's there.
I can feel it reaching.
The souls I've seen are so deceiving.
Masked with sharp thorns, they plan and move.
All with a similar aim.
The one I'm after needs true believing.
Hard to see.
Like a diamond in the rough.
It's Not so easy to claim.
On top of the highest peak.
In a shrine all its own.
I get a glimpse of it.
Shining like the brightest flame.
Such a blinding light.
A beauty that was truly made for me.
It exhumes.
A glow that can be seen from outer space.
I approach this power and time ceases to exist.
I am frozen like a tree.
Peaceful and safe.
That's when I feel it's amazing grace.
With this angelic gift by my side.
The fog lifts and the warmth of the sunrise showers me with love.
This is the place.
All My wounds melt away like snow on a hot day and solitude becomes something of a distant memory.
Alone again, I will never feel.
Walking down the path. From now on there is only we.
To see you stray, that would be straight treachery.
I have found my life and all that I have ever dreamed.
Fear and pain.
These things I will only ever read in someone else’s story.
About the Author: The love of the written word has always been a part of my life and has played a significant role in shaping my earliest memories, as well as who I am today. I am of Armenian and German descent and was born in Beirut Lebanon from where my family immigrated to Canada in 1984. I have always had the yearning to express myself with poetry and falling truly in love for the first time has given me the inspiration and courage to let it come out.
