She woke with her feet and back aching. The trials and tribulations she had been facing felt like the culmination of all her past woes mixed into one large mixing bowl. Tragedy, comedy, drama, suspense, romance, mystery science, education, nature, even more than she could label, arose unannounced and threatened to swallow her.
Though life had always nawed and chewed at her she would reach down and find her strength. Some hours she was barely able to muster the courage however she always found the willpower to put her hands out and tame those fangs, there by pulling herself out of those vicious jaws. Every time she thought about giving up or giving in she would look inside herself, her mind, her spirit. She would listen, knowing what fate would be if she surrendered. This always made her fight more no matter how deep the mouth or sharp those teeth she knew something they didn't. Her own mind, her own self, her own purpose. Knowing who she was and what she was and was meant to do, it saved her every time. She knew where not to look back. She knew how to see onward, past the tests or fears people or her own mind imagined. Through all the snares and traps some obvious others placed well hidden among the flowers on her path. She had always seen things differently than others and that can be the most difficult thing to battle. She was alone in her authenticity. That, so often, was dangerously terrifying. It had left her so very alone the majority of her existence. The few allies she had been fortunate to meet never left her mind or her soul. This is what she desperately held on to and urgently needed to be passed down to others. Nothing was ever easy, especially when a microscope is placed upon your head and others do not understand the specimen. For that only invoked, worry, jealousy, rage and many other feelings from the swarms that did not understand. Yet, she had to forgive them because she knew that they could never see the way she did. To them her laughter and lack of tears were Insanity. More often confused with acute madness. However it did not harden her heart against them, nor did it change her out look of the beauty and endless possibilities that were everywhere. They wore glasses but we're still blinded to the power within her. They only saw their way, and sadly most of that way was riddled with the ugly Insanity they accused her of.
So probing and poking and inspecting began. Little did they know this time was different for she had grown so much since they had the opportunity to know her now. Why? Because her mother had gifted her with the generational gift of sight. Unknowing she had sharpened this tool as a natural defense mechanism. It was her who the greater Powers had chosen to pass on life, light, and love itself to the world. She was now a soldier fighting for that life and she would never stop, never surrender. Even when abandoned, broken, and scarred she forged through barriers. She had no choice but success. Life depended on it and life was all that mattered. Life is now her life's purpose.
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