Withstanding all four seasons
Forever green
Evergreen
Originality still standing strong
Never changing
Amorphous
Too strong to be swayed
By the winds
Or by the other trees
Shifting through all of these
Warm hues of red…
How do you do that?
I want to be a pine tree.
(Source: mining-the-unconscious)
Ireland disappeared from the orange, red and yellow fusion of the sunset as the waves orchestrated a nostalgic symphony. Although my parents reside in Ireland, my eyes yearn to set sight on the free country. I looked at the reason I’m leaving my serene vicinity called home, nestling my stomach as a blissful smile flashes on my face. I want my child to have a better life than I did; it is the ultimate American dream.
A man bumped against me as he tried to help man the Titanic. Having seen the haven of an unborn baby inside of me, he sincerely apologized and initiated a conversation.
“The American dream, I presume?” He asked hesitantly.
That took me off guard, “I hope that my child will have a life better than the life I had in Ireland.”
He raised his eyebrows, “Ireland? I came from Ireland!” He held out his hand, “Conlan of Dublin.”
“Acelynn of Limerick. Are you a worker of the Titanic beauty?”
He continued to work, “That I am; I am working on the Titanic to bring my family from Ireland into America.” Conlan gazed right through my hazel eyes, “You should get some rest, being a pregnant young lady and all.”
Those milky brown eyes lured me into his soul. “It was nice meeting you! I hope to see you again during my stay on this ship, Conlan.”
“Take care of yourself, Acelynn. Where is the father of your baby?” He asked, hinted with curiosity.
“America. I visited my parents one last time before I permanently settle down in America to raise my family. Well then, I shall get going then.”
Then we parted our separate ways.
* * *
We later met with each other again the next day while I sat in the dining hall to eat my supper. He was my waiter, looking prim, proper and sharp in that suit. With his hair slicked back, I couldn’t take my eyes away from his milky brown eyes.
I’m married! And I’m pregnant, too! Get it together, Acelynn! I thought to myself as I picked up my fork.
Conlan’s expressionless face morphed to a face that of a blissful man once he saw me. Internally, I was elated when I saw his excitement.
“Would you like to go with me to the forward to experience the sea breeze with me after supper, Acelynn?” He grinned pleasurably.
I assented with a gesture and hurriedly finished my meal. Conlan’s shift was over, and he escorted me to the front of the boat. Holding my arms out so I can experience the ocean’s appeal and enchanting magic, his callused hands gently caressed my hands as the sea breeze kissed my cheeks. It was then when I felt the kick of the unborn baby inside of me for the first time.
Surprise was clearly expressed on my face, and Conlan noticed my surprise. He acted on my astonishment by placing his ear on my stomach. We looked like the perfect picture of a couple expecting a baby.
But we were not.
Realizing that we were not supposed to be together, I pulled away from him. My heart, body and soul clearly showed that I wanted to stay with him longer, but in my head, I know that I better must be faithful to my husband waiting in America and prepare to build a family with him.
My hazel eyes pooled with tears as I ran to my room.
* * *
On the fifth day into our voyage on the Atlantic Ocean to America, my face held a solemn expression. I was not experiencing the luxury of the Titanic for my heart was still incomplete. Half of it knows I should stay faithful to my husband in America, Bryant, but half of it still longs for Conlan. What am I going to do?
The ship’s captain made an announcement.
We will be making an unscheduled stop to check on the technical difficulties the Titanic has been experiencing. We will assure you that everything is alright. Until then, stay put and don’t act until more instructions are given.
Technical difficulties?
I thought the Titanic was the best luxurious cruise line out there!
Then Conlan came running towards me at that moment.
“No, it is not alright! The ship’s hull has been breached, and our ship will sink because it bumped into an iceberg last night! Quick, get ready to abandon ship!” He paced around making haste.
Surprising to many but not to Conlon and me, the captain later made an announcement that the passengers must abandon ship.
Seeing how I am a young pregnant woman, I got onto one of the ships first before any of the older men. Our lifeboat drifted away but it hits the side of the ship, puncturing a hole in the side of the boat, making it much more inclined to sink once it hits the water.
Conlan took note of our situation and quickly got everyone onto the boats, but after some time and when my boat was just around one hundred feet away, he jumped onto a boat and rushed towards our boat, paddling the ice cold dark waters.
He urged me to go on his boat because then I would have a much higher chance at surviving; however, leaving the remaining nine crew members to bail water continuously, which will reduce the total time we can stay afloat to just two hours instead of the five hours we would have if I stayed on the boat.
What was I supposed to do…?
Conlan made a bold move by jumping into the dark ocean and started swimming towards our boat. Once he lurched himself onto my boat, I caught a glimpse of his skin.
What was tanned to a beautiful gold was now blue and white.
After he jumped onto our boat, the boat started sinking in an alarming rate.
The boat he jumped off of was near and he urged me over and over to go to safety.
“Please! You have a husband waiting for you in America, a baby with many doors of opportunities, and you will give it up? Look, I’ll stay here and bail out the water.”
My eyes totally rejected what he said, but he silenced my lips with a kiss.
“Go. GO!”
I jumped to the other boat, cold tears rolling down my grimy face.
“Conlan! Please be safe! Let’s meet in America together!”
After four hours, my boat was rescued. However, when I turned back to see Conlan’s boat…
It was nowhere to be seen.
They were gone.
He was gone.
I hugged myself and cried myself to sleep as the rescue boat’s crew helped me up to a warm bed after assessing that I was an expecting mother.
But nothing could erase the fact that he’s gone.
* * *
Sullenly, I waddled onto the docks of New York, looking downcast because of the forlornness of my delicate heart. My husband greeted and assured me with a warm embrace and a sensation of safety, easily showing the worry on his face and embrace.
“I’m very glad you’re safe. Thank God you’re safe! I wouldn’t be able to make it through life knowing that my wife carrying my child died on the journey here. This is a miracle to me!” He hugged me once more and gave me one good look at me face.
Seeing the morose expression shown by the purple bags under my gloomy hazel, my pale face marked with dirt and tears, he brought me home, so I can have a good night’s sleep. One that I have not had since my last day in Ireland.
But nothing can stop the fact that Conlon is in the captivity of the sinister, bottomless ocean.
* * *
“Congratulations! It’s a healthy baby boy!” The nurse held out my baby out lovingly into my frail, brittle arms.
As my baby boy’s head rested on my shoulder, memories of the Titanic arose and flickered in my mind.
He has Conlon’s milky brown eyes.
“Do you have a name in mind, Acelynn?” Bryant asked.
“Yes,” I kissed his small forehead, “Conlan.”
Bryant’s eyes brightened, “Conlan! That’s a nice name! What does it mean?”
I whispered to my baby, “Conlon means hero in Irish.”
Conlon is my hero, both in my life and in my heart.
Conlon.
(Source: mining-the-unconscious)
She once flirted with the ideas
That he’d love her someday.
But when her ideas
Stopped flirting back,
She knew.
I remember once telling you
That I painted your eyes
On my open palm. I accidentally
Washed it off the other day.
So that you can’t drown me anymore
Because I drowned you first.
(Source: youtube.com)
I’m the living artist
With no words to say
Or scenes to paint -
And even the dead ones
Have accomplished
More than I
(Source: salut-marin)
(Source: nobodyiswatchingus)
(Source: xzxcuzx-me)
