The New World: (part 2) Unfamiliarization

 

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“Nadia…

You’re home.”

She stood up slowly in disbelief,

trying to separate herself from the magic of the beckoning bookshelves.

 

“We’ve been waiting for you,” the wise man in the colorful robe told her.

Confused, dumbfounded, Nadia stood, frozen.

 

Nadia?

So that was her name.

But how had she awoken in such a majestic place

filled with stories that could fill her heart for a lifetime?

 

“These are all yours…” the man said, waving his hand across the rainbow-colored spines.

But she couldn’t understand this unfamiliar predicament.

Unspoken beauty filled the walls with thousands of books from many lifetimes.

Each one reaching out,

speaking to her soul

that literally touched every part of her heart.

 

“Mine?

I don’t understand,” Nadia finally replied.

 

The wise man with long wiry hair as white as snow

and eyes as gentle as a kitten smiled warmly at her,

and softly rested his wrinkled hand upon her shoulder.

Nadia noticed a semi-precious stone resembling the shape of a moon upon his finger.

 

“Ahhh, amnesia again, sweet Nadia?

This happens every time we are blessed with your presence.

I am afraid your gift of story-telling gets you carried away.

Your natural talent,

Your magical gift…

Your sweet soul gets so attached to each divine story that you tell.

It’s only natural that you forget …”

 

“Come, Nadia, let’s reintroduce you again.

With time, your mind won’t feel so lost,

and then, we must get to work….”

 

As they begun to walk away from the shelves,

Nadia felt a painful tug in her heart,

it was like she was being ripped away from a small child,

each book, beckoning its story to her.

 

Nearby, a tall shimmering glass mirror hung from a tall large white pillar.

Nadia caught a glimpse of her reflection,

not recognizing the Greek goddess staring back at her

who was dressed in a cascading gold and white princess-style gown

and dark wavy brunette hair that danced down her mid-back.

 

Green emerald eyes stood out, shocked and confused.

 

Who was she?

Where was she?

 

And then, Nadia too, saw, that she was also wearing

the same semi-precious stone, in the shape, of a moon upon her finger.

 

Her heart ached for the stories in the other room,

Somehow they were a part of her soul,

and the words upon the pages, literally beat

in tune to her heart.

 

She longed to be a part of them,

and they longed to be with her.

 

Ariana R. Cherry  2016

Published by Ariana R. Cherry

“Within the depths of our mind, we are battling the duel of light and darkness…good and evil…love and hate…” Between Light and Darkness is Ariana’s most recent collection of poetry… Cherry’s frequent message she delivers throughout her work is, “The journey through the darkness, back into the light.” Her hope is to let others know that they won’t be in that place of darkness for long – that they indeed can reach the light once again…She also wants her readers to know – that – it is okay if they find themselves in that bleak blackness…Sometimes we feel guilty for going to that dark place – but it is necessary to conquer the demons that battle our souls…. Other books that Cherry has written include "Only If" and "Twisted Paths Poetry." Her epic tale, “Only If,” won the “Reader’s Favorite Award” and a 5 star review…and her collection, “Twisted Paths Poetry,” received a 5 star review from Realistic Poetry International. She has been writing ever since she was a child. Some of her inspirations include Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost, Stephen King, Emily Dickinson, Christopher Pike and Shel Silverstein. Ariana writes a variety of genres: inspirational, humorous and horror – although writing horror is one of her favorites…. She was 12 years old when she read Poe for the very first time – which inspired her epic poetry tale, “Only If.“ During other parts of her free time, she enjoys taking photos and creating art. Her “day-jobs” include working as a church administrative aide and reporting for a local newspaper.

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