Kicked Around

Out in the open field, she watched the boys play.  A game she could not, and probably would not connect to.  Yet she stood there, and made no words.  Not even a word.  As if by a twist of fate the boys were visited by a world of unknown.  Her presence was a confusion.  

For her, there was a certain inexplicable sense of accountability, of duty and of love.  She hoped they know.  Duty and love in its indivisible definition was not easily perceived, even for herself.

With another losing game, she could not counter how they would confide in her.  She watched as the ball toss.      

Damsel in Distress

Works tired her.  The routine bored her.  All work and no play indeed makes Jack a dull boy.  One glimpse at everyone else's life made her envious.  If stories were made of The Princess and the Frog, she would be that toad, waiting, and still waiting by the well.  For him, to whom was a prince, would be running after his princess on a horse.  And the toad, it was forsaken.  

Perhaps, the flowers had bloomed, but the petals had withered.  She sighed.    

Walk me through the woods, 

let the wolves prey,

where the feet brings me,

running to the unknown. 

Season of Love

Valentine.  The wrist-cut hand of a girl across the counter surprised her.  As if by a twist of fate, her joy was short.  Her countenance, her eyes did not reveal her identity as a cutter.  Navigating must have gotten rough,  how scary it was.  She squirmed.  And, God knows.  For He knows we're worth it.  Worth it.

Here she was to stay and make the difference that she could make.  Jason made sense:  even the stars they burnt, some even fell to the earth.  So, "we've got to learn"!  I have to learn what I got, and what I'm not, and who I am.  

We didn't break, we didn't burn, we had to learn how to bend, without the world caving in.  

Don't give up.  She won't. 

Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight it evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.    (1 Corinthians 13: 4-6)  

Men

"Help!  Help!"  someone screamed over the bathroom door.

She was confused.  How would someone, for no reason scream for help?  Her feet were stumbling against actions.  Should i check, or should i not.  Her heart skipped.  Untimely to fumble over the door, a sturdy figure appeared and seized her in seconds.  "...!  ...!  God."  

She jerked awake... another bad dream.  Her heart still raced.  Protect the family through this four walls, she prayed, staring at the opened windows.  Dumbfounded, she would be.  Shaking up the trauma, she sang herself to sleep.  

x   x   x

"I would break his leg if i caught him!"  She rolled her eyes.  Then you shouldn't be sleeping!  She couldn't understand why he had to brag.  Whatever happened, happened.  Period.

Above Her Feet

Questions why; sometimes, indescribable,

Other times, inexpressible; ends with silence.

One minute or the more; spotlights splurge,

Questions surmount; interests endlessly sprout.

A humble heart remains; snugging in its comfort,

Distracted by the uncertain; to no man's bait.

By an honest friend; she learns to trust,

To ends that meet none; it betrays her thrust. 

Comes the answer why; imperfection unaccepted,

Tolerance unlearned; better living her own.   

Mend A Broken Heart

All of her days, she chose to be obedient.  She did not cry for attention, but an obedient daughter, and a loving sister she wanted to be.  She put aside all rebellious thoughts of a teenager.  Those thoughts were built in clouds, never into actions.  

She said 'No' almost conventionally to alcohols, cigarettes and drugs.  People laughed at her chicken-heart.  The debate concerned not her boldness; she adhered to the rule parents know best for their children.  How could you say no when the greatest pleasure of indulgence left you defeated?  Her expression of discontent ended to illogical arguments.  Whom should stand for her; whom did she have, but families who discriminated her beliefs.    

Their never-good-enough comments were deafening.  "Am I, any worse than the son who crashed your credits on self-destructive pleasures?  Am I, any worse than the daughter who ran away to a foreign land to a stranger?"  

"How could you not accept me?"  

the other daughter.  

A Distant Call

She searched her soul, searching for a happy moment to brag about.  She wasn't unhappy.  She was indeed happy for a series of changes that was about to take place.  It was a moment to celebrate.  For the first time, she was overwhelmed, almost smiling herself in the way.

Perhaps, maybe she was overreacting.  She paused at the consequences of her self-indulgence.  All the happy moments came to a sudden stop.  "For once, a change," that was not meant to be.  

Distance was a test to see how far love can travel.  And love, it didn't travel far.    

"Let it go, let it go..."  She pulled herself up.