Menacing Deep Wounds

By Gladys de Leon

Flowers blossomed amidst the light and darkness. Slowly, they are menaced by a gadfly that has no distinction from the other pests.

Along came a milkweed butterfly, which flew around a couch. On the couch was a little girl, lying like a withered, hapless herb. Sanguine blood kept streaming down her angelic face.

Drowning her in tears, the sea of red turned into a deep ocean of hate. Fiery emotions burst like an angry volcano that was awaken from a hundred-year’s dormancy.
Little by little, the girl fades away to nowhere, tasting the jaundice of her bittersweet downfall. She can’t seem to pick up the pieces of her heart that was crushed and shattered into a million pieces by the deceptive world. She was ungratefully admonished by all, dolefully forsaken by the ones she taught were worth her love.

“Why?” the question kept troubling her innocent mind. “I did nothing but be true and good to them. Why are all of these things happening to me? Am I not worth their trust? Am I not worth their love?” These queries only daunt her the more.

Like a broken piece of china, her dreams have fallen down. She could hardly weep now, considering the span of time she had already spent for crying. Her tear ducts have dried up for grieving every single night. Poor little angel, she shouldn’t be suffering from the cruelty of such an unjust world.

Days have passed and the lachrymose angel has finally arrived at the place called nowhere. This so-called paradise lies on a creepy corner where faded colors are clearly visible. This is a place were lightness has been veiled by the gloomy shadow of rejection.

With her precious weapons -- a pen and some pieces of paper, she faces her new world of unwanted thoughts and emotions. Screaming in silence, the little angel wrote things down: harsh words, explicit phrases, things that reflect what she truly feels. Deep inside, she’s bleeding. No one sees her and no one feels her; nobody cares.
Only dimmed lights are radiating. From these, she could see that her eyes are dull, and her heart is tearing apart. To be in her place is painful, isn’t it? No one ever thought about this -- living a sorrowful, unwanted life. But this poor soul is, sadly, going through this.

Consider her brave for being able to withstand the pain. She got so used to all the hate, anger, worries, and fears, all along pretending she’s alright. How sweet her smiles are! But no one truly sees what’s in her heart. Within her heart lie thorns deeply penetrated in every vein, causing blood to gush forth. Deep scars have remained in her heart.

But this misery is but a challenge she must surpass. Maybe she’s not giving up, but rather trying to take a rest and aiming for a break to be able to continue the struggle. “If only they could see what’s in my heart and if only they could hear my thoughts,” she muttered as tears streamed down her face like a waterfall that descends from a crest.

“Heavy rains kept on pouring down. All day long, I lie on this floor, drop-dead, thinking of nothing. My mind is filled with void,” she wrote on a parchment.
Sick and tired of things around her, she keeps on enduring the pain. With light and darkness hovering over her, she wanders through the paradise of her broken dreams. So much time has been wasted; so many chances have been ignored. With too many mistakes committed, too many tables are yet to be turned.

The poor flower solemnly waits for the right time to come, where lightness and joyful memories will start to surround her life again. She goes on and on, though she’s finding it too difficult to deal with.