Come, rest your weary head, and listen to my story. It does not begin with once upon a time, for that would be too pleasant a beginning for such a tale. There is only a tale of woe upon my cracked lips. I have only the breath to tell you, dear one, the story of a young girl, a young girl who was blown about, but stands fast. Listen to my tale...
It was a dark night, many years ago, and a single soul stood, gazing out at a blood red sky. The angry storm clouds threatened to strip her of all she had left. But there, she stood, a bullwark, challenging the heavens to bring their best. Her angry blue eyes flashed as tears stained her pale cheeks a deep black. At that moment, our frail child looked at the heavens and down poured the rain. In sheets it fell upon her, but she stood.
When all was lost, she wlked into the dark, cold house behind her. She crawled up the stairs, and somewhere in her mind, the thoughts ran out. The lights turned on, and cabinet doors opened, but her heart was just as shredded as before. Amidst the glittering lights, she looked strangely out of place. But this soul was about to leave the world behind. The pills lay open before her small frame. There was nothing left for her to live for.
As she stood, the convulsions overtook her and she gazed at the counter. In that small moment of insignificant history, a new soul was born. Dear one, you may be concerned, but no, our heroine does not die. She never touched the pills. They remained on the counter, but she still lay motionless on the floor. We cannot help that. There is nothing we can do to change that past.
In a moment, a moment most overlook, a bond was formed. She had given her life, for just one reason to live. And in the stillness that surrounded her screams, a small voice was heard. A voice full of compassion, something she had never heard before. That voice became her reason to live.
Throughout her life, she listened to that small voice. It kept her heart and guided her footsteps. Until now. Until the moment she gave up that voice, thinking she had found another reason. Life is a deception, dear listener. It can take your most lovely dreams and twist them, till they are thorns cutting away your very breath.
When Love came to her doorstep, she welcomed him in. He held her hands. He held her. He held her entire heart. That still small voice, she tuned out. She opened her heart for Love instead. He never asked for anything, but she gave him everything. Never would she have imagined the pain it was to take to find her way to her own life again. After becoming a part of his, she never imagined that life would pass her by, but Life is not a kind master.
So after loving, and being hated, this small insignificant child still stands. She will always continue to stand. And though she may be a pillar of salt, only looking back, she has discovered one thing, dear reader. She has discovered that there is no other reason for living. A still small voice is the only voice is the only voice she need hear. There are no others.
If only she had listened to that voice. She would never have had her moments of pure joy, but she would be able to find her way home again. This small child now gives up all, to make someone else see that love can be everything, but only if that love is for a voice. A voice that cannot be heard or expalined, a voice that some do not find, but a voice that leads her heart nonetheless.
She remains friends with Love. She always will. That is who she is. She no longer feels the pain of regret. She had her moment in the sun. And now, dear one, she is content to live within the shadows. For there, she knows her life, she knows what to expect.
You have heard my tale, you listened patiently to my tears. Now, you ask me, why would I tell you such a story? Because it has no end. No soul can love without going through some pain. Love means taking the pain from another. Love means giving up your own heart to save that of another. The dear child we have heard of, has learned love. She has learned to trust one person with all that she is. She does not blame Love for leaving, and she would take all of his pain into her heart if she could.
Here is our happy ending, not when everything goes perfectly, or everyone lives happily ever after, no, happy endings are one soul continuing life. Waking up every morning and search for love, learning from love, that is our ending. One day dear reader I will introduce you to our lady. One day you can greet her. But today, though my story be pointless, I will continue to cling to love and that still small voice that can guide us.
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Created on 1-12-08
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