I like to
tell a story to anyone who would listen......
It's about a
girl who feels desperate all the time. She feels like she has let everyone down
because of her stupid pride. Her Father had lost his true love and is now in an
unrecoverable rut, her Mother had left them to pursue her lost happiness for
she had married and had a child out of duty to herself. Since then, life had
gone down-hill in her life and so, regrettably; she had to leave her ties
towards education behind to help with financial problems.
Relief came
to her family as she marched into her first job with pride, she loved what she
did but was discriminated by her own co-workers for reasons obvious to her, her
Father and her best friend. And yet, she continuously swallowed her pride so
she could selfishly have spending icons for her own personal amusement. The
more hours she worked, the less her heart-felled got and she no longer enjoyed
the work. She completely lost it and as their final act of jealousy and hatred,
they had finally let her go.
In time
after the shock, she became devastated that she constantly ate; feeling like
she'd be less trouble if she wasn't even born. Even though her friends and
family tried to support her and lift her spirits, her grief began to consume
her. And then, as her final act of regret and sorrow, she prepared herself for
the eternal rest. With weapon in hand, she took one final breath and savored it
before she pulled; six rounds had past and still she lingers like a depressed
puppy that had just lost its master.
'Why?' she
asks herself over again. 'Why can't I do it? Wouldn't it be easier for my
Father and everyone if I didn't exist?' She continued to live on, still
pondering for an answer to that question. To this day, she feels worthless, for
no one will be so kind as to give her a chance. As if they had gotten their
revenge on her somehow by selling their souls to the devil himself.
Along the
way, she is reminded of her dreams and is asked to start writing again to
reawaken her soul, but alas; she knows of no one who would read her works of
art. She sends her talent world-wide, hoping that someone will love them and
finally make her dream come true; but her whole life had passed her, and she
was now too weak and brittle to continue. Sometime after, she passed on to true
love and rekindled dreams with a frown on her wrinkled face.
With no
energy to pick up another pencil, a stray tear falls from her eye, then she
dies with a destroyed soul. Her dearest wish was to have at least one novel in bookstores
before her tragic death. She had the talent, but so many people had put her
down that it slowly ate her away inside.
I shed a
tear, for I knew her well. Now, no one will ever drift away in love and fantasy
without her feeling heartbroken.
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Note: This was done during my Depression period - following my parent's divorce
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