Stroke of Tragedy
It was the sweet breeze of summer, a supposed promise of forever
She was as sweet as the summer was; she was a promise of something better
She was heaven’s gift, or at least, she was supposed to be
But somehow, life had a different plan on her and how she turns out
She grew and realized what life offers, she did not know she was up for disaster
That her life was nothing, but was set to ruin and be the worst of its kind
She met with family, she met with those whom she was supposed to trust
Those who were supposed to protect and guide her
It was supposed to be a home that gives her the identity she needs to survive life
Everything was perfect in her eyes, but innocence left her too early….
Shattered within, she did not know what happened
She chose to keep everything behind the deepest graves of her past
She was too young, she wanted to live her life; at least somewhat following a dream
Or at least pretending to have a dream; she tried to survive every twist of time
Then amidst all the turmoil, her heart survives and learns to love
She failed several times, but has found one that she thought would fill the void in her heart
Life has not been easy… but then she thankfully believe that she finally found the end of her miseries
That one person who she could trust, one that would fulfil her dream of having a better family
Then one night, at her most vulnerable point; a time of despair and weakness
She was motionless, she was in pain, she was tired and unable
He took his chance, he took it his way, he did not hesitate
He shattered her; and somehow, the past caught up with her that night,
All ready to ruin whatever wall she might have built in years to avoid its come back
She woke up from a nightmare; a thought that started playing in her head;
A scene that repeats itself, reminding her that she was nothing
The trust she placed on the people who she thought would protect her was all wasted
Everyone expects her to forgive; everyone expects her to forget
Needless to say, would she?
The memory that continues haunting her is used against her as if she’s a wasteful being
She begins to believe that she is indeed nothing but waste, nothing but nothing
She tries to survive more, but what for?
The only reason she gets up in the morning is because there are others
The few individuals who have not left her yet, because they have not yet realized her nothingness
She feels empty and devastated,
She feels marred and divided into pieces that are too small to put together
And while she fights for those whom she loves,
there are those who are never set to be tired
just to see her become helpless and powerless
What else has she got? What more reason has she in her place?
What more realization does she need to understand that she was set to embrace the stroke of tragedy
Where else shall she go from here when no one understands?
Or at least the one who should pay for it all walks on freely and untainted?
How would she survive the pressure?
… the turmoil all happening in her head when the one she trusted was the one
who has broken her defences
Where shall she turn to when her faith and her hope are being carelessly shattered
..and continuously beaten into pieces?
When she shows how weak she has become, she will be judged
….but then again, hasn’t she been judged all her life for becoming the victim?
So what is it still there to be fighting for? What is it still there to avoid
When the stroke of tragedy has already done its part in ruining her
and making her realize what her life really is for?