ONCE AT FIRST

AT ONCE, SHE WAS IN LOVE. SHE LOVED BECAUSE SHE FIRST FELT IT. SHE STAYED, SHE BELIEVED, SHE COMPROMISED, SHE CRIED; BUT LOVE NEVER LEFT HER SOUL. PAIN AND RIDICULE WAS HER REFLECTION.

EVEN WHEN THE SHIP WAS SINKING, SHE RESCUED IT. EVEN WHEN IT WAS HEAVY, SHE CARRIED IT. SHE SPARED HER FEELINGS IN HEART TO LET IT CARRY ON. SHE SILENCED HERSELF EVEN WHEN IT WAS TIME TO SPEAK ALOUD. SHE AVOIDED HER RIGHTS EVEN WHEN SHE HAD TO STAND OUT FOR THEM. SHE REMAINED IN LOVE, EVEN WHEN PAIN AND MISERY WAS HER SHADOW.

SHE BECAME A WARRIOR AT TIMES OF BEING A DELICATE WOMAN. SHE BECAME A FIGHTER EVEN AT TIME OF PEACE. SHE BECAME TOUGH EVEN WHEN SOFTNESS WAS KNOCKING AT HER FRONT DOOR. SHE BECAME STRONG TO PROTECT HER SANITY. BUT PAIN AND SORROWS BECAME HER LOVE.

LOVE NEVER LEFT HER SPIRIT, BUT PAIN WAS HER USUAL VISITER. SHE WAS MISTREATED. SHE WAS RIDICULED. SHE WAS OVERLOOKED. SHE WAS SHUT AND BROKEN. HER SPIRIT WAS CRUSHED, BUT SHE NEVER LOST HER LOVE.

SHE REMAINED SMART, PRETTY, SOFT, CONFIDENT, AND MOSTLY; SHE REMAINED IN LOVE AND FAITH. SOLITUDE AND AUTHENTICITY REMAINED HER CHARACTER.