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Something that came into my mind
Posted September 29th 2013 at 05:47 PM by Most Likely
The day you were born was a wonderful day for our family.
Our parents were so happy that they at last got a son.
They were all smiling, laughing, crying from happiness.
I wish I could hold you. I wish I could tell you how important you were.
I wish I could love you like they loved you.
But I've never been given a chance.
I was there nonetheless.
I watched you.
I watched as you let out your first cry, letting the world know that you're here, ready to live your life.
I've been there when you were saying your first words. Our parents were there as well. They were sure you were calling them, but I'm almost certain I heard my name being said...
I've been there when you were making your first steps. I followed you, I felt your excitement and happiness when your muscles, young and strong and mine, rotten and torn, were working alike.
I've been there when you went to the school for the first time. I remember the first time you had a fight with those bullies that were giving you a hard time. I remember you crying in pain afterwards, I remember your fear. I wanted to help you, to heal you, to make you feel better. But whenever my dislocated joints forced my muscles to move my hand and touch yours, you leaned back.
I've been there the entire time. No matter what happened, I followed your every step.
I remember your first kiss. I remember your first "I love you" you said to her. She was so happy... And I was happy as well. And very proud. It almost made me smile. If only I didn't forget how to...
We had a great life before us. But we never had a chance to meet. How fair is this?
Who's choice was that you were worthy, you were given a chance to be born and loved, and I didn't even get a chance to see our mother's face?
Who judges if one is worth living or not? Who judges that the one is worth an effort worth love, worth raising, worth to become a human? And why some of us are treated like a trash, thrown away? We want to love and be loved, we want to be given a chance.
We were torn apart before you were even born. Two pieces of one soul, forced to live in a neverending search for one another.
But we'll meet. I promise we will meet.
One day, you will leave our house. You'll say goodbye to our parents, and start your walk to the school. You won't see the car behind you.
You'll be knocked into air, you'll feel an excruciating pain when your bones will be broken, your jolts dislocated, your tendons torn away. You'll feel another surge of pain, as your body will fall on the road, broken, ruined, worthless like a doll.
Our parents will come over you, they will call for help, they will cry over your body, calling you, praying, begging you to stay with them. But you will not see them, you will not hear them. You will feel your precious, fragile life leaving you, spilling from you like a water.
This will be this moment. You will finally see me. You'll reach out to touch me, and I shall approach you. My crippled wings will unfur to shield you, my gouged, rotten arms will envelop you, my blistered lips will touch yours.
At last, we will be together. What was torn, shall be repaired.
We will fly far, far away. Into the calm and the quiet, where no harm, no tears, no pain will await you.
You will finally be free.
I will finally be free.
I was with you at the beginning.
I will be at the end.
I'm in every move you make.
In every breath you take.
In every thought, in every heartbeat.
I'm your guardian angel.
Our parents were so happy that they at last got a son.
They were all smiling, laughing, crying from happiness.
I wish I could hold you. I wish I could tell you how important you were.
I wish I could love you like they loved you.
But I've never been given a chance.
I was there nonetheless.
I watched you.
I watched as you let out your first cry, letting the world know that you're here, ready to live your life.
I've been there when you were saying your first words. Our parents were there as well. They were sure you were calling them, but I'm almost certain I heard my name being said...
I've been there when you were making your first steps. I followed you, I felt your excitement and happiness when your muscles, young and strong and mine, rotten and torn, were working alike.
I've been there when you went to the school for the first time. I remember the first time you had a fight with those bullies that were giving you a hard time. I remember you crying in pain afterwards, I remember your fear. I wanted to help you, to heal you, to make you feel better. But whenever my dislocated joints forced my muscles to move my hand and touch yours, you leaned back.
I've been there the entire time. No matter what happened, I followed your every step.
I remember your first kiss. I remember your first "I love you" you said to her. She was so happy... And I was happy as well. And very proud. It almost made me smile. If only I didn't forget how to...
We had a great life before us. But we never had a chance to meet. How fair is this?
Who's choice was that you were worthy, you were given a chance to be born and loved, and I didn't even get a chance to see our mother's face?
Who judges if one is worth living or not? Who judges that the one is worth an effort worth love, worth raising, worth to become a human? And why some of us are treated like a trash, thrown away? We want to love and be loved, we want to be given a chance.
We were torn apart before you were even born. Two pieces of one soul, forced to live in a neverending search for one another.
But we'll meet. I promise we will meet.
One day, you will leave our house. You'll say goodbye to our parents, and start your walk to the school. You won't see the car behind you.
You'll be knocked into air, you'll feel an excruciating pain when your bones will be broken, your jolts dislocated, your tendons torn away. You'll feel another surge of pain, as your body will fall on the road, broken, ruined, worthless like a doll.
Our parents will come over you, they will call for help, they will cry over your body, calling you, praying, begging you to stay with them. But you will not see them, you will not hear them. You will feel your precious, fragile life leaving you, spilling from you like a water.
This will be this moment. You will finally see me. You'll reach out to touch me, and I shall approach you. My crippled wings will unfur to shield you, my gouged, rotten arms will envelop you, my blistered lips will touch yours.
At last, we will be together. What was torn, shall be repaired.
We will fly far, far away. Into the calm and the quiet, where no harm, no tears, no pain will await you.
You will finally be free.
I will finally be free.
I was with you at the beginning.
I will be at the end.
I'm in every move you make.
In every breath you take.
In every thought, in every heartbeat.
I'm your guardian angel.
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This is nearly a year ago that you wrote that.. but I just came by this and I read the whole thing.. it honestly made me cry.
Posted September 5th 2014 at 03:03 AM by Wolfz
