Walking Wounded

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Walking Wounded Vidio



The Sailors Story

I ONCE RESCUED A GIRL IN DISTRESS, THE SAILOR STARTED HIS STORY. SHE WAS WOUNDED BY THE VICIOUS SOUNDS COMING IN THROUGH THE WATERS WALL. SUCH ANGER AND HATRED WAS TO FORCEFUL, AS THE SOUNDS THUNDERED WITHIN HER MOTHER. A PLACE DESIGNED FOR COMFORT AND GROWTH BECAME THE BEGINNING OF TERROR FOR THIS SMALL BABY BEING.

I WATCHED OVER THE LITTLE ONE AND AS THE MONTHS PASSED I KNEW THE GIRL WOULD NEED A LIFELONG FRIEND. I WITNESSED THE DAYS OF HER BEGINNING , KNOWING SHE WOULD ALWAYS BE IN GREAT NEED OF ME. DAYS BECAME WEEKS AS HER FORM DEVELOPED. THE QUAKING OF ANGER ALWAYS A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY. WHEN THE RUMBLING WOULD START I WATCHED AS SHE WOULD CURL UP AND WHIMPER. I WANTED SO MUCH TO HOLD HER BUT HER MOTHER WOULD NOT LET ME NEAR. I HAD TO WATCH FROM A DISTANCE , WAITING FOR ANY OPPORTUNITY TO AID THE YOUNG CHILD.

SHE CAME INTO THE WORLD ONE DAY IN THE MOST TRAUMATIC WAY. I WATCHED AS THE PARENTS DROVE TO THE HOSPITAL IN A FRENZIED RUSH. I WATCHED HER RESPONSE TO THE FEAR SHE FELT EMANATING FROM HER MOTHER. HER HOPES (IT SEEMED) WERE TO ESCAPE TO A BETTER WORLD, A PLACE OF GENTLENESS. HER MOTHERS ANGUISH, HER FATHERS PRIDE. THEIR UGLY WORDS SPOKEN "MY GOD SURE FAT", AND "WHAT A FATTY". THOSE WORDS WOULD LAST A LIFETIME, AND I KNEW IT THEN THAT HER WOUNDED EGO WOULD EVER BE ON THE MEND.

I FASHIONED HER A HEAD DRESS THAT COULD ONLY BE SEAN BY EYES OF LOVE. I SENT HER A BIRTHDAY GIFT. I WRAPPED MY LOVE AND DEVOTION IN A PROMISED PRAYER TO ALWAYS BE NEAR TO HER. I DETERMINED TO KEEP HER AS BEST I COULD. I WAITED AND LONGED FOR THE DAY WHEN SHE AND I WOULD WALK TOGETHER. BUT FOR NOW I HAD TO BE A SILENT COMPANION, A SECRETE FRIEND.

THE MONTHS AND YEARS BEGAN TO PASS. HORRIBLE THINGS WOULD HAPPEN TO HER. CRUEL ACTS OF VIOLENCE, AND UNINTENTIONAL HARM. I WANTED SO BADLY TO HELP AND SOMETIMES I COULD BY LITTLE SUGGESTIONS OR INTERVENTION WHEN I COULD.

THE LITTLE ONE WEPT OFTEN AND SHE MUST OF FELT ALL ALONE. ONE DAY I WATERED A GARDEN WITH THE TEARS THAT I WEPT WHEN AN AWFUL MAN HURT HER, HE WOUNDED HER DEEPLY HER HEART WAS SCARED SEVERELY. MY LITTLE FRIEND WAS DIFFERENT AFTER THAT SHE WAS KEPT WITHIN HER WALLS . I SAW HER DREAM UPON HER BED SO SERIOUS A SCARE WAS LEFT THAT SHE WRETCHED AND WHIMPERED THE WHOLE NIGHT LONG. SHE COULD TELL NO ONE ABOUT THAT ASSAULT. I WATCHED HER ERASE LIFE AND SHE BECAME ONE WHO WOULD SIMPLY PRETEND.

2 comments:

Corey~living and loving said...

oh my....how powerful!

Denise said...

How heart wrenching, I feel your pain, and I am so sorry.

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