Would one allow me to share my life, as so tenderly told by none other than myself? Perhaps it would be far too vain, but I cannot let myself be defined by such a degrading term. I suppose, I cannot let my tale go unoticed, I feel as if that if that were the case, my meaning may be lost.
All of us seek that clever state, titled none other than 'happieness'. Perhaps one has chased after this word, dreamed of it to describe themselves. One must always pursue it, as I presume anyone would gladly say, in stride, 'I am happy.' Of course, as I have learned from a very smart fellow, we all try to attain this state, although many travel by different roads. If one would kindly allow me to share the road in which I traveled.

.....:Funny, how sleep seems to pass so quickly, that I can barely catch myself in the process of it. Dreams, as if only visiting for a short while completely dissapeared from my conciousness. Ah well, I suppose pain has a natural need for the spotlight. It had seemed only a short moment before my body woke me, once again, to greet the foggy day with vigor that I couldn't seem to gather.

.....:My body ached throughout every inch of my silver flesh, and I dreaded the moment when I finally came to conciousness. I could smell the dreadful liquid which was dripping from my veins, and I didn't dare stand up. Everything was painful, sores in my side....yet it didn't seem quite as bad as when my mother hadn't been in best of moods. I raised my head, cringing my eyes tighter together as I felt my muscles flex in an agonizing movement. I crashed my head back onto the cool ground, which was finally drying after the storm passed through while I had layed unconcious during that night. My entire mind was in a haze, I couldn't seem to focus on a single thing around me. Not a single smell, sight....nothing that extended outside my own boundries which was my flesh. It was only that I layed for what seemed like hours, that I stood ever-painstakingly in attempts to find something that may ease such pain that my wounds induced within me. I thank the gods my heart had stopped pounding for the time being, perhaps it was too busy trying to add it's pain to my other wounds.
.....:I came to sitting on a hill near the ruin, a supposed favorite spot of mine, one could say. I let my ears lax and wander, trying to desperatly to listen for that musical sound of hoovebeats that my ears seemed to be lacking recently. Suddenly, another doe approached, and I swiveled my head to locate the company. They sat as well,and as it seemed, they also appeared to be no danger. I nodded my head, not attempting to stand as the pain was much too great. We sat for awhile, letting our minds wander as the haze of the forest was presented before our eyes in a spectrum of colors across the landscape. Though, I felt as if, I probably shouldn't be with others, as my wounds were most unsightly. I rose to my hooves, bowing as a sort of thanks for her company, before I slowly made my way to another hill I've often taken favor to resting upon.

[EDIT] Bumping because it fell off the front page in about four hours.
Sorry if I seem self centered, but I also had to fix a few typos that messed with the rhythm of the poem. Added a verse, too.

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.......:The day was ragged, the clouds and their presense overwhelmingly obvious as they sputtered overhead, crossing the sky as fast as the wind could carry them. It was the first thing I saw when I awoke, my body screaming in agony, preventing any sort of attempt to move. My heart was stinging like fire, the pain coming in excruciating waves. I opened my mouth, letting out an exasperated breath, trying to keep the obvious pain within me. The clouds continued to carress the sky, leaving passing shadows to follow them upon the forest floor. I let my eyes wander, trying to get them into some sort of focus. I let out another breath, exhaling before quickly drawing my breath. "What? Does it hurt? Oh poor, sweet Wudiin. Mother is here to care for you." I closed my eyes again, leaning against the cold earth, drowning in the dark grass. "Now, now. My child, your mother only does this for your own good. Poor mother doesn't want his dear son to just wander off doing whatever he pleases. Your mother wants to make sure her son is in control of his actions. What your mother would give for her son to at least have a little more manners in his heart!" I opened my eyes, glancing dreamily across the land. Another typhoon of pain crushed my chest, and I let out a heaving breath, curling into myself. The pounding. Louder. Louder. I bit my lip, listening to the echoing voice in my head, squinting my eyes shut quicker than I had opened them. "You are hiding, poor child? Oh, Wudiin. Stand up, that pain is nothing. I cannot have my son so weak that he lays upon the ground as the world passes him by. Child...." Gathering up all my strength, I left the cold ground, the forces of gravity fighting to push me right back down. It seemed as if hours had past before I managed to stand, and I tried to hold my head high despite the crippling pain in my chest. Louder.

......:The day was cool when I awoke, the sky alive as the clouds eagerly passed overhead. I opened my eyes quite slowly, enjoying the calm which I had recently let go of with my unreliable health. Istretched my legs, standing up straight to scan the horizon for a certain sound which I believed to have caught just moments ago. It wasn't just a trick of mind, and I soon found Poltergeist sitting calmly beneath a tree. I greeted her with a tender nuzzle, bowing not soon after. Noticing she had stood, I motioned her to come over and sit, that perhaps I shouldn't have interupted her calm rest. It wasn't long before both of us ended up basking in the sun, watching as other residence of the calm forest leaped and bounded near the pond in every direction.



.....:I turned to her, noticing her eyelids grow heavy and her ears relax just a tad. She was tired, no doubt of it. I nuzzled her once again, while still sitting, insisting that if she were drowsy, she shouldn't need to stay awake. Poltergeist complied, and apparently, so did I, as we both ended up napping beneath the warm sun. I've been exaughsted for no reason as of late, and I found a strange comfort of laying beside her, protecting her from whatever dangers that could lurk within the shadows. So tired were we, that we lay there silenced for quite awhile, before I felt Poltergeist stir and begin to awaken. I frowned, nuzzling her, my mind telling myself that it was time for my departure. We said our goodbyes, and I whispered a quick 'I love you, Poltergeist', before I fell asleep for the day.

......:A deft cold gently carressed my face, sending a shiver shooting through my body as I softly opened my eyes. I blinked, confused, before another speck of cold once again landed atop my face, causing my ears to flick and my fur to stand on end. Silently, I exhaled a soft, warm breath, watching as the cloud of condensed water floated in front of my face. I lay there, watching this intriguing pattern and the occasional chill of a snowflake landing atop me, breathlessly wondering how I even still remained. Was this a dream? No...I did believe I was still breathing. Finally, I managed to focus my vision from it's previously blurred state. A dark color appeared in front of me....similiar...no...it was grass. I began to shiver more consistantly now, watching as my once crisp vision soon fell prey to the clouded mists' blurring curtain. I held my breath, only for a moment, trying to grab hold of my surroundings.
......:I took my breath in sharply, cutting off my air supply for only a moment as I looked out beyond what lay in my nearest focus of vision. Snow flawlessly fell onto the landscape, shrouding everything in sight with a cool blanket of crisp white. I grinned, the sight of the forest overwhelming me. Was this....snow? It had been so long since I had seen it. Choking on my already quickened breath, I closed my eyes ever slight, curling up my body within itself to preserve myself from the cold. Madri Gras....a celebrated holiday....was the last time I saw such an amazing sight. I traveled back in time, within my own mind, trying to recall the feelings I had been overcome the last time I saw such a pure substance fall from the sky.