Purpose

Every night she hopes.
Every night she prays that
everything will be different when she wakes up.
Eyes open with no more fear,
with no more pain or hate
Or dark shadows to consume her and
make her curl up in the corner, wishing
she was dead.
Wishing,
that she was never born into this horrible,
horrible world that has made her into an insignificant speck
of dust
Thrown and beaten by a heartless body.
Treated like she wasn't a living soul and she cries out,
"Dear Lord, please please take my life away"

Covered with hidden bruises and
scars that marked her worst days
Her worst nights
Her worst moments
Her worst hours.
Not a day she goes to bed without her salty tears,
burning her cheeks.
Teeth gritting, knuckles white as she stifles her whimpers.
Clinging on to every possible reason left for her to still live
and hope that something will change.
That there was something out there
for her.

Her heart may be filled with grief
with depression
with all susceptible pain.
But she has love.
She has yet so much love to give away
and honestly asks for nothing,
Nothing at all in return.
She gives love to this man.
This dark, destructive man who inflicts pain on her
damaging her body,
her face,
her soul.
He was loathsome abhorrent and devoured
by his past that has polluted his mind and heart.
No more room to accept love, and kindness.

Maybe she still lived for him.
Maybe,
just maybe.
That this was her purpose.
To bleed dry his hatred and grudges and all things
that has denatured his beautiful soul that has made him
into this.
This man.
All she can is await the day that he'll be ready.
Ready to accept all that she's willing to give from
her almost shattered heart.
Faith and hope held her together.
Faith and hope kept her sane enough to love.
To love,
a broken man like him.



Nothing super great or anything but what do you all think? Lame right :b


Love Rachel*