What is the world?
It’s a question that’s been asked…maybe once or twice.
It’s a neverending belief of…
What’s wrong and what’s right.
Ask it.
Where does it lead us?
Into the bedroom of a small child.
Alone.
Mentally Alone.
She was told it was in her head.
They would never stop loving her.
What happens when the hourglass stops?
The final grain hitting the pile?
It’s not forever,
Is it?
She becomes older,
Changing.
She convinced herself crying is for weaklings,
Cowards.
But she still does it,
Sometimes.
All these years with the yelling, the mental abuse…
Has left her believing there is no love.
Why have beliefs led you astray?
The very mention of hope sends you reeling?
It’s not forever, right?
Right?
In a future that hasn’t happened,
A change becomes a part of her.
There is still no love.
She is better, but when no one can be perfect,
How can she?
She is using her talents of listening to help others,
But she feels as if she isn’t good enough.
She’s Not, but no one can be.
This is a story of the world,
Born to a place of fear and terror.
This is a story that is true,
Not sugarcoated in a “Happily Ever After.”
This is a story of life, not how to do it,
Vivere.