The wind blowing around a 3-year-old girl on a dark path. Her young eyes soaked from the flow of tears. Enclosed within the small child’s hand are the remains of her tiny heart. She wanders lost on this dark uncertain path alone. In the darkness, she feels lost to uncertainty as soft voices arouse among the dark abyss before her:
Burdens, mistake, worthless. The whispers can be heard all around her, as she walks through the darkness. The child closing her fists as the sharp words cut her. Lowering her head as her purity and innocence come out of the cuts like blood. Her little arms, legs and face being cut by those hateful words. She continues to walk aimlessly, fearful of stopping. Tears rolling down her cheeks as the words cut and tear as her clothing, making her feel ashamed, hated. In order to protect her small heart, she closed her fist as the fluttering of her heart slowly stops in order to protect it from further harm.
Her pain and sorrows are clearly visible as she slowly lifts her head, a tear dropping off her red puffy cheek. Her blue eyes are searching the gloom for hope. She is desperate for some sort of understanding, light and guidance. Trying to ignore the voices that stocked her.
“Home wreaker, liar, outcast!” the voices chant, as the girl starts sobbing trying to fight off the pain as her body trembles and bleeds. “It’s not my fault” she cried. “I didn’t want to do it. Leave me alone.”
Unable to take the pain and torment, She runs forward trying to escape them. The voices followed her, getting louder and louder as she ran sobbing. Her body shifts from a 3 year old to a preteen. Her short brown hair is growing longer. As she runs her heart pounds– heavier and faster. The fear, and anxiety suffocates her. She quickly closed her fist and shut her soaked eyes. She trips and falls onto the path, gasping from pain, her body desperate for air. She can barely feel her heart within her blood-covered palm. The voices surround her, her heart cracking more from the pressure.
“help me…” her voice weak as she struggles to shut out the voices hurtful words. Depression engulfing her. The feeling of being worthless, unloved and unwanted sinking in as her abused heart finally dies. Her spirit breaking as she goes numb. Keeping her head down she slowly got up. Her eyes opening, as she start to wonder along the path broken and unfeeling. Her eyes dazed, soaked from the tears now emotionless and empty. Her grasp on her dead heart growing weaker with each step while she shifts into a young woman. Unable to deal with the internal pain anymore, she stops. The once bright glowing, fluttering heart is now gray ever darkened by the depression, abuse and is now shattered and cracked. She gazes at it, her eyes hazy and drugged from the poison injected into heart by the voices which broke her. A single tear rolls down her cheek as the heart starts to shift into dust.
A warm hand covers her broken heart. She looks up to see a woman. Her face is kind, supportive and compassionate. Her beautiful brown eyes filled with life and hope. “Come, you’re almost there.” Her voice promising as if she was an angle sent for the heavens. She offers her hand to the young woman. The young woman’s heart grows warm and glows brighter as the cracks start healing from under the woman’s touch. For the first time the young woman smiles, embracing this foreign feeling. Her eyes are coming back to life. Within moments voices start screaming “illusion, fake, temporary..!” the women before the young woman whipping her tear away, “Come I will show you the way.” The woman stands up again offering her hand. The girl slowly stands up, memorized by the new feelings that were blooming from her tiny heart. Her gaze widens, behind the woman is a growing light. The young woman’s eyes start to shimmer with hope.
The voices grew weaker and started to fade along with the darkness around her. They walked down the path together. A massive weight off the teens shoulders as she turns to the woman. “Thank you. “The woman simply smiled looking back at the teen. “Your welcome. I will always be here, I will be your life coach.”
By: Betty W.