Who poisoned my soul....

The full title should be "Who poisoned my soul, mind and heart?"

This is a very personal piece, inspired by a music from great musical we have here "Romeo and Juliet" (Also [link] was inspired by song from there)...It was a great mistake for me to go and see it as it opened many wounds but also helped me to do some art. The story of this work is in some parts inspired by Babylon 5.

It is dedicated for She has been such a wonderful friend, great supporter by words and everything else.. She is just the right person I want to dedicate this piece. Thanks

This is my entry for =FrozenStarRo and *Alicelefay Inner Vision contest. The contest idea is originality, something different. That's why not so much "my usual" style. I wanted to try something new, experiment with textures and perspectives.

Take your time to read it:
The piece is about story. About life. One old and lived man once said - life is a story, written to your personal book and your job is to read it. The book symbolic the destiny meant for us but the words there do not have to come true. They may change. We still are the final blacksmiths of our story. We are the poets who put those lines there.

Nooone of us is born evil. We all have the same good heart and will inside us but life never treats us the way it should. We are so much hurt. From time to time, we will make mistakes. They are inevitable. Sometimes, those mistakes will be huge. What matters is that we learn from them. There is nothing wrong with falling down, as long as we end up just two inches taller, when we pick yourself off the fall. At times, we may end far away from home. We may not be sure of where we belong anymore more. Home is always there, because home is not a place. It is where ever our passion take us. As we continue on our path, we will lose some friends and gain some new ones. The process is painful, but often necessary. They will change and we will change, because life is change. From time to time, they must find their own way and that way may not be ours. Enjoy them for what they are and remember them for what they were. I really do believe that sooner or later, no matter what happened, things do work out. Well, we have hard times. We suffer. We lose loved ones. The road is never easy. It was never meant to be easy. But in the long run, if we stay to what we believe, things do work out. Always be willing to fight for what we believe in. It doesn't matter if thousand people agree with us, or one person agrees with us. It doesn't matter if we stand completely alone. Fight for what we believe....

She did all that. Believed, fight, suffered but always stand up as she did believed. But in the end, when everyone left her, there was nothing... All those ideals she thought would help her to cope with life, where just words.. words on her book and she.. just sitting on her inner window with a view to her infernal innerself. She has cracked into pieces by all the hurt and the pain others did for her. But still, even in the despair, where her heart is poisoned with grief and hate, her mind filled with sorrow and revenge and soul weakened by torture and poisoned by false promises what never mattered, she has kept the only thing she has left in her path - a medallion. A dragon one... where she got that? what it matters for her? Why she kept it? I cannot tell you that. I know only what that medallion means for me. I know what I see in the window and what is written on the book....

So, what do you see in the window? What do you read from the sheets on the book? Is there any way for her to find a way back from her misery and should she let it all go, let the medallion fall and forget that she had something in the past? Is she even able to do that? Is she too afraid to let things go as she feels that it is all that is left behind? That it is all she has?

Why she suffers? Who did it for her? Who is behind this story?

Who poisoned her soul, mind and heart?




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