Dharmafrog

From All The Bad

She came into this world screaming. Cut from her mother’s womb. Over due and lungs full of pneumonia. Her poor parents were scared and too young.

Puberty hit hard. She traded her skinny jeans for a back brace. School was torture. An outsider looking in. She wasn’t the pretty one or the nice one. She didn’t do rules, so trouble followed.

Got a job. Met him. He looked at her. He really saw her.  He excepted her. She couldn’t be without him. He became her sunlight. Her salvation. She loved him. He loved her. They needed each other. Her soul tripled, bringing life, that she now protects. She keeps it all at a distance, not understanding why.

She doesn’t know her parents. They don’t know her. With no connection to this world, she goes on. She tries to make her life. Her instincts are strong, good and bad. She struggles, puts on a smile. She repents and prays. She tries to follow her path, not knowing where it leads.

Can a person with no specific specialness of any kind really make a blissful life? Can greatness come from nothing? Does love find it’s way to the person who needs it the most? Will she ever find that peace in her heart that will make it all ok?

She’s a fighter. Too spirited to give up. She stands. Searching, asking and waiting. So much more of everything to share with the only ones that matter. From all the bad, will she ever find the good?