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ALONE
We all have a purpose it is said, but why is there such a long and difficult road that lies ahead? Why does it seem that no matter how hard we try, we can never reach the dream?
A long time ago there was a little girl who looked around with wonder at the world, life was sweet and still....still....the beauty that surrounded her, the trees, the flowers and smell of fresh cut grass, a puppy dog, an ice cream cone, her Dad come home at last.
The beauty was marred it seemed, by those who pretend to be what they are not, they took away her innocence, they broke her precious heart. The trust in her eyes, the love in her heart, wounded, a piece removed, shattered, broken dreams, this is how her life had start and continued through the years.
A fork in the road had been reached and the choice was hers alone.
To go forward, with light in her step, despite the broken dreams or should she just finally see that this is all there is, and live her life the best she can despite the broken dreams?
She stands at that fork in the road, alone, tears run down her cheeks, she isn't sure what road to take, she is tired and she is weak.
The little girl inside is still in there somewhere, but the little girl is tired of hurt and the darkness of despair. Her body weakened by illness, betrayed again and again, yet some deep inner strength seems to force her to stand again.
Head held high, tears dried by the gentle night wind, the woman who was that little girl knew she had to begin to walk again.
It's time to take a different road and so she carries on. The strength of who she is, where she came from and from that day she was born.
It's the strength that is all around her - the strength from one above, the strength and love of the one true spirit of light that will never lead us wrong. So, she walks alone, but the memories remain, of the smell of the spring air, fresh cut grass, the puppy dog's joy at seeing her once again.
Perhaps this will be a better road than the one she traveled before.
She only knows she must go on, her destiny beckons with a silent, but deep roar. Walk, keep walking along this new path, and at the end she will find true joy and peace at last.
© Svhyeyi Aga~Evening Rain
Cherokee - February 20, 2001 1037pm est