What is a little... ?

Yes, it hurts

It hurts like a sharp katana stabbed in my soul

And as it twists, it leaves me, evaporating with a weeping muffled echo

I see it all bloody piercing through my back

It aches...

But what is a little ache when it comes with such divine exhilaration one could ever feel?

The acceptance, the completeness, the delicate thread of all things magical

In this world and beyond... it's roots come from the enchanted beyond

The calm...

Oh, let me tell you of the etereal calm...

Like a mystical absolute serenity after enduring the most vicious storms

Day after day, year after year

Of being misunderstood, beaten down, dragged on the ground, wet, cold, scratched and left in the muddy cobble stone alley

Without any witnesses

Left to disappear...

And finally... quiet... a warm and welcoming voice, a curious while at first cautious, almost concealed gaze

An engraved chest for all my deepest secrets and the little sparkle that's left

Embracing them, finding place for them

Oh, look, how they fit!

Tumbled and cracked I never believed they could ever fit... let alone in an undiscovered land so far away

Secluded, closed up and cold from the outside, yet so gentle and tender once I reached it

The pull was so strong, by now I knew I was meant to be here 

I was always meant to arrive right here

Untarnished peace...

Shimmers of copper and gold reflecting through the deepest forest 

Did my weary heart finally find a home?

I can freely twirl, and dance and breathe and wear all my darknesses like amulets

Now light like feathers

And be ... loved for them...

...

Ah... blood... the katana ...

But what is a little ache when it comes with heaven's bliss?