Why Again?
November 30th, 2009
Sitting in the corner, knees drawn up tight with salty tracks weaving their way down her face. The banging gets louder. Her heart flutters like a weak in a steal trap and she can’t help the broken sob that escapes her with each hollow thud on the door.
“Why?”
It’s impossible not to ask. Impossible not to hope it will make everything all better.
No one is there but the voiceless sentiment of children long before:
What will happen cannot be stopped, little one.
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They will come for you.
Take you and break you.
Torment you and bruise you.
They will wreck your heart and spit on the remains.
No. What will happen cannot be stopped.
But you can still survive.
“Why?”
Because someone has to be the voice of hope.
Related to the post ‘Why?’
Hope can be heard in silence, once we train our hearts to listen.
Sh! You hear it?
There it goes again.
Inside.
With each heartbeat.
michael j
Muchly true and beautifully put. It can be hard to hear it from time to time but once we know the sound it stays with us forever. Thank you for your comment. :)