I AM HER…
I often wondered around in nature as a young child, and I would always go in search of the light wherever my dearest soft heart were leading me to. I was covered in the muck of this destructive world, the chaos echoing my name, awaiting the day to devour my soul. The leaves of the trees gossiped softly amongst each other because they too could see the shadow that had been walking quietly beside me as I would just play and feel the gentle brush of the wind through my light brown curly hair.
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My thoughts at that time, were never based on how the world revolved, how the sun came to be or even how the moon appeared at night. It was never a worry nor a thought, I was indeed happy as a child but yet my tender heart felt a heaviness, as if it was filled with sadness and despair. How could this be? Why was my little heart longing at this age, an age where memories have not yet filled my mind nor my life. These little brown eyes, they were searching without acknowledgement of what it was that it searched for.
‘I am just 5 years old,’ I thought to myself. What would I know about this life? I’m just expected to go to school, read my books, learn every day and be a good little girl. Something seemed off, something I could sense at such a delicate age. I could see the aura of people that passed me by, I could see when thier souls were good or bad. Have I got a gift that God Himself bestowed upon me or am I being dellusional because I have no knowledge of this power that I possess. It baffled me and at the same time it excited me, I was superhuman, I was special, I was God’s favorite, I am Her.
I was being groomed just to be destroyed….
