Facing the Devil
Katara's encounter with her reason for despair(Pt.3)
I have dreams of plunging an icicle down your throat and watching it melt crimson. A childhood cut short as my mother’s last gift was abstaining me from the litany of horrors she was gearing up to face. Fire and brimstone lay the framework for a devastated upbringing.
Blaming myself for stealing the air she was supposed to breathe, violent fantasies flourished. The chance to find an answer has finally presented itself. Scenes of the past muddied my current view. Frustration without direction leads the way, while retribution replaces my mother Kya’s embrace.
Hostile Sleep Patterns
I ponder how one could snore peacefully at night, while being an abomination during the day. A peaceful monk I am not, and I can’t rest without letting that bastard know failure.
Moving on is a tool for the sympathetic, utilized for those who deserve a second chance. Warm hearted deterance surrounds me, but a waterfall of sadness continues to crash over my thoughts.
With a single focused mind, rage keeps me moving through the terrain. Talks of peace are met with cold indifference. Instead of climbing out, I found sanctuary in the abyss. Sacred vows to oneself will kiss a woodchipper before I let the unforgivable relax without ramifications.
Twisting Limbs and Breaking Promises
With bitterness and resentment being the blades of my shears, cutting off compassion was as simple as causing a ripple. The Prince of the Fire Nation will never forget when my anger became tangible. Mistaken identity was hearsay as revenge takes center stage.
The son devil turned ally looked on in horror as I made a raider’s body fold like a lawn chair. Turning veins into pretzels, it doesnt take a captain to know I’ve gone off the deep end. Demanding more than an apology, satisfaction will be met when a soul is frozen in my palm.
But as I take a gander at the pupils of the supposed murderer, I release my grip. For he is not innocent, but not who I seek. Mistakes aside, I was not discouraged in the slightest. Choice of the matter is absent, as “choice” was something I never received in the first place.
Karma beat me to it
The currents of change have not been kind to the wicked. My hallucinations drowing you in misery were becoming a reality. Fuelled by the very emotion that you didn’t spare anyone, vengeance humidifies the air. The child you traumatized is staring you dead in the face, waiting to fulfill-
The promise to avenge her family.
The promise to see you grovel like the coward you are.
The promise to get the answers she finally deserved.
To glance at your pitiful features seemed worse than going through a blood-bending yoga class. Not an ounce of honor inside you, even going as far as to offer up your own mother to atone for your transgressions.
Reprehensible is an understatement when regarding individuals who live life prideless. A poor excuse for what a man should be, sadistic in presence but spineless in spirit. My work was done long before my arrival.
Why can’t I?
Leaving you to wallow in your own putrid existence may have protected my section in moral highground but was it the best thing for me? Why did I decide to show mercy to those who are a stain on society?
You didn’t deserve the same oxygen as the rest, but stood still as your lungs continue to fill with air. I came to send a message, all to just disappear into the mist. Suffocating him in a puddle of his own piss won’t bring my her back, but forgiveness will never be on the table.
He climbed the corporate ladder that championed despair, only to retire in the assisted living facility of insignificance. For forever and a day, I’ve wanted to pierce your chest with an ice shard; however, it’s redundant to kill something that is already deceased.
Clueless on what to do if I ever saw him, only seeing red once the whiff of blood permeated the air. I didn’t know if I was going to be a better person after this, or find some magical sense of closure, but destiny demanded this experience. Regardless of which path I walk, my mother’s death will not be in vain.
She died for this
The sunsets with plenty of questions left unanswered. Pacifism and clemency will be reserved for those who idolize those concepts, as I continue my search for balance. Kya embraced the flames so I would have the opportunity to feel the rain.
Aiming for me to live a life filled with purpose and not let the chains of trauma imprison my future. Though gone, I am eternally surrounded by her grace, as her last act was making damn sure her daughter could lay eyes on another sunrise.
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Written beautifully