One reads of these characters
in books that are the constant support and ever understanding. Then they get
stepped on by the one person they try so hard to stand up for, and it is too
much for them to bear. Their hurt turns to bitterness. The pitiful bruised soul
shows itself in ugly revenge. They reach out to hurt their offender. Not
physically. No, not physically, because that wouldn’t equal the pain that they
themselves have been inflicted with. With the most powerful tool we have, they
jump into battle with snide comebacks, and angry protests. They turn all their
efforts that were placed to support and to love, into discontentment and rage.
But if one could see into her
soul, all that would be left is pieces. No hate is harbored there. Only sorrow.
The fire that burns is not of anger, but of anguish. The tears she cries are
not from rage, but are borne from rejection.
And one would feel pity. It would bring about a sense of shame and guilt
to the viewer that a soul, that once flourished and blossomed, would, on the
account of ungratefulness, wither and perish.
‘Cut through these walls and
show me you care. Fight off my guard and conquer this spirit that is slowly
rotting away in sorrow and self-pity! I am tired and weary of this pride that
keeps my wounds afresh.’
Wow Gracie!! I had no idea you could write like this....beautiful
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