Curved Destiny

by Lynn 9 years ago 👁 722 views ❤ 96
In her heart she was hurting, 
Pain piercing her soft skin and down the tears were flowing, 
Only bitterness and resentment in her was growing, 
Unlike back in the good old when her eyes were glowing, 
Her then visions were slowly fading, 
She wanted to feel that her life was smoothly running, 
But each time she sat down thinking, 
Only severe headaches and dry tears were there waving, 
She had no reason to live. 
Just last night, 
Her father that was supposed to keep them  out of fights, 
At least that which he was entrusted to by their mother at her death bed,
Gave them a horrible sight, 
When he came home drunk, staggering, 
Yet hours back he had slapped her while she begged for few food coins, 
"Why did mama leave us in this heartless world?"
"God why did you make me an orphan with a drunk careless father at such an early age?"

Each time she asked herself such tears drew lines in her face, 
She wouldn't blame desperation for her pregnancy, 
But then she went to Kimenju, the village tycoon for help,
She needed to get back to school and fees her starving sister, 
But nothing in this world was free, 
She was as this unethical aged wolf in sheep's grabbed her pride, 
But then her sister's life was more important than her pride. 
Still thinking light flashed through her eyes,
The warmth in it felt like new hope was found.

She knew he  guardian angel was here,
As he slowly walked down to her, 
Rylon the area's young entrepreneur who had earlier promised help but disappeared,
And there he stood, 
But her life was now wasting away, 
But again her sister was there, young and full of life,
Though passing through immense pain her dreams were still young, 
Her saviour was there asking for just a word and her miserable life, 
Would be turned to a mystery living in everyone's lips, 
A new dawn for her wrecked life, 
Then she knew that poverty got no roots, 
And just like the wind, 
Luck blows in all directions but benefits the fortunate, 
She knew God's timing was the best and not even her impatience would make it imperfect.
L
Speaks of the unspoken.

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