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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Please.

They call it the medal of honor. For me it came as a medal of shame. One action capable of ruining lives and snatching away another's freedom. Question was does any ones existence have that much control over another?

Events that are like bitter sweet symphony. Rendered speechless by the inconsiderate threats of a stranger. Incited by the very fire that makes me less human. Less humane is more of what I feel but it was a decade ago that I gave up being me. The need to please every one, think things through, that is what I was taught in pre-school. Much of that has come to fail. I can not decide if it is my short coming or  just fate. But how much of my life can I blame on fate?

God, please be just. Once more, soon.