Destined
Destined
Her cries were heard before her head moved out of her Mother’s womb. Her eyes,
a deep blue, which, took you into the depths of her very soul, reflecting the gravity
of it all. This baby was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. It felt
inevitable that this little one’s life was going to be hard and cold, a road that she
came into this world unprepared to travel, yet destined. Cries of fear and
uncertainty? No, but cries of the all-knowing dread that tomorrow is coming, and
she will live. Live through it all. All of the pain and suffering that she owned coming
in.
As she experienced life, her mind rang out in daunting thoughts of futility. Walking
through the fire daily, grasping at glimpses of hope, but only finding her hands filled
with empty despair. Trying to find a song in her night, she only felt a choking.
Daily her heart fought off the darkness that was trying to embrace her.
Disappointment came in many packages such as disease, molestations, beatings,
trickery, mental scourging, emotional blackmail, pain, un-forgiveness, adulteries,
anger, hate, deceit, loss, anguish and defeat.
But, for a fleeting moment life felt sweet, long enough to tease the desires and
hopes of her young expecting heart. Everything she touched prospered, only to be
squandered away by her debaucherous companions. Her heart wilted, and then
hardened as survival took over, but slowly emptiness had its way with her, suicide
seemed to be her ticket to freedom. But, she could not even accomplish death, for
you see she was destining, destined to live.
Copyright © Lena Fuller | Year Posted 2008
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