#(gosh I'm so rusty but hey I wrote something hahaha)

[sasorikigai]

“It’s time to come back from the dark.”

POETRY STARTERS II || @mamoriitai || accepting

💥 || The worst pain a human can feel may be having an hanging heart that grabs tight to the last tread; for a broken heart gets destroyed so it can heal. But the heart that is grabbing on by its dear life, the one that never gets his love rejected or confirmed, latches onto the last bit of hope. Death of Harumi and Satoshi Hasashi once turned agonizing and grieving husband and father Hanzo Hasashi into something frightening inside the mirror; a fearsome thing that lived between the fragile, yet deadly glass and the silver backing of the formidable steel. Despite him no longer able to see the one that he was before, he still can see the remnants, glimpses of the angsty bastard, here to take wretched life of the corrupted.

Yet, he was in the wrong. Perhaps he was a tree growing backwards; its roots to the sky, its leaves under the earth. Roots that futilely and desperately attempting to grasp the idealism that had long pulverized and disintegrated. The leaves of autumn long crushed beneath the trampling feet of the unpredictable life he led as the Commander Hasashi. Even when he himself hovered along the indistinguishable edge of life and death, with his thoughts befuddled and nearly severed, like the transition of day to night playing at the speed of light, shambling and clinging to the frayed thread of mortality, a body producing volumes of blood that would leak out of the penetrated bullet, as a shuffling mass of human flesh, the embodiment of living death, bodily function threatening to shut down, he relied upon the hindbrain, of his characteristic tenacity and resilience power him forward. Perhaps the autonomic processes of human in him tried in vain, to cease the deluge of viscera, but the vestiges of his humanity simply refused to rapidly being erased.

The suffering is intrinsic, in spite of Hanzo's outlook having transformed more optimistic. Simply based on the statistics and predictions of his character, Commander Hasashi may not exist in the upcoming years, even months, more so tomorrow. In this soft, quiet, liminal waves of twilight spilling silently across his thoughts, it touches Hanzo's beating heart with the gift of brazen dusk, as clouds float like unspoken words across the vast canvas of horizon. Perhaps it was meant to be a seamstress sewing oneness, healing tortured wounds once again with the love perpetual and eternal.

For Hanzo Hasashi is the one with an ardent heart and a hungry soul; one of the things he hungers for is happiness. So much so that as Sayuri Iwasaki's words gently float him back to reality from one of his deepest reverie, the curl of his genuine smile embodies his beloved as the one from the past manifests into the present, he crosses the vast tree line and over the edge of the blooming universe. How his eyes hold luminous and voluptuous stars upon the glowing firmament, as he finds the receding tides of gloom and anguish pass along with the bastions of sorrowful love unrealized. "I cannot help nor stop tragedy flowing into tragedy. Perhaps that is why torment has accompanied my life for so long," and love is pain, but you always knew that. For love is what sustains me.

"Storms continue to rise and darkness will fall, but we will be shoulder to shoulder, our souls to quell. You will keep me with a steadfast heart, as I share my pain, you share yours. I know you will support me in myriad ways, through my dimmed and grayed world, as I will continue to yearn for your guiding light, as I continue to rise, resilient and strong. For my worth no longer depend on wrongs. I will mend the wounds and find my way. Always." 💥 ||