Measuring the Depth of Misery

The young mind weaved the tapestry of dream as the expectant mother floating on cloud nine. The flower of future she perceived with pleasure blooming, its petals touching her within softly sparking so much of adored excitement dormant that melted in the nightmare of relentless tears for the new premature life was born still. Her mind took time to rise from debris of misery to see dented desire of motherhood to return. She counted the agonizing months, insecure days in the fear of losing another pining part of hers till she heard the first cry of the child in her arms. The joy of possession flowed like ephemeral stream, dried soon at the dawn of the scorching reality for the child was born with an impaired brain. Covered in the dust of despair beneath ruined dreams she waited for future to measure the depth of misery. January 2, 2019 Contest : Misery Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh