Fighting to Keep On Fighting Through

The weight of the world feels heavy on my shoulders as I begin to drag myself up this hill. The triumphs and troubles ive been handed in this life are few and far between. One day they may take away my life but I know they can never take away what I believe.

Once long ago in a much safer land, on a chilly November night, a young girl gave birth to a child herself. Who’d have known she’d be in for one hell of a ride in this life.

Thrown and pushed away since the beginning, longing for her mother she has never known. Year after year she grew wiser than most her age, on her side to this very day. Upon her age, grace was definitely bestowed. Growing up she was a terror, not always, but more often than not.

Taught not to trust anyone. Do it yourself if you want something done. If you put anyone else to do it, it probably just won’t get done.

She played the sport with grace and talent. But the love of the game wasn’t there. She wanted to be who she thought she should be, whoever she had to be for her mother to care. She would spend many years chasing this love, mold herself into who they told her to be.

Just so you know, as this story will go, it doesn’t end happily. What pain the girl truly felt – not worthy of love, she was pushed and got shoved, knocked down, tossed around, until one day she just didn’t get up. Her tears hit the ground with a thundering sound.

As her tears hit the ground, with her gaze to the sky, she’d learned that all the hurt had been met with her passions of fire. As the world slowly burned, the little girl learned that life yes holds love; not everyone does.

You can give and receive it. And not get it back. It depends on each one of us. But if they’re bad to you, and you somehow make it through, what you can do next is can be left deep in your chest. Either way it goes, you’re the only one that knows.

We each have our own choice. Now more so with nothing to prove, she’s got nothing to lose. Only herself and what she believes. In life there are lessons, the rest are all blessings. Good and bad alike, they’ll teach you something new.

So don’t cry for her, soon she’ll be flying high in the sky, looking down. Her tears they still fall and her heart it still calls; they come down crashing with a terrible sound. All the while she was lost on this earth, a great pain and sorrow she bore. She wore it well, so most of us couldn’t tell. And now it’s too late, she is no longer here.