6
October 2014
In
Reality, Good Does Not Always Win
There
lived a bad man who came from a bad family. He met a girl who had a
daughter. Together they had a son but their relationship was bound to
fail. He was evil, it was the only thing he had been taught. Like a
bomb they exploded and soon they were sharing custody of their son.
The daughter, sweet and innocent, did not want to be away from her
brother and so she too went to her step-father's house where cruelty
lived unbeknownst to them all. The mother moved on with her life, she
did her job as a mother, she traded in men and found a girlfriend to
care for her and her children.
This
is not a happy tale of a modern family learning to cope with children
and co-parenting. Instead this is a tale of a family torn apart by
abuse. The children came home one day and the girl, trusting and
naïve, had a complaint. She was in pain and could not explain it.
She told her mommy's girlfriend, whom she cares for deeply, that it
hurt when she went to the bathroom. She had eaten spicy chips so no
one thought anything of it, at least until her secret relationship
with her step-father came to light. With a bolt of rage the girl's
family fell apart. All the little girl had known was shattered. A man
she loved and trusted had violated her and now everyone knew. She
lived in constant fear and anxiety and matters only got worse when
she had to go to court.
The
man who raped her had a sick family. They made excuses for him, they
lied for him and all of this gave him freedom to his son. Lucky for
the girl bikers came to support her at the trial. They created a
loving circle of support for her but nothing could convince the
courts that the man was all that bad. They gave him shared custody of
his son. He in turn spread lies about the girl's mother, he continued
to victimize her by spreading lies about the girl's mother's partner,
he eventually cost the girl's mother so much time, money and
grievances that she had to sign away custody of their son. In the end
the girl grew up forever knowing she had been failed. She felt empty,
used and forever void of trust of adults. The father figure in her
life abused her young, innocent body. This is not a tale of good
defeating evil, rather it is evil beating good. Evil destroyed one
innocent life and took another to raise in its evil ways. Sadly this
is the way of the world, sometimes a scorched earth is left behind in
the wake of a destructive fire leaving and the regrowth of life is
impossible.
7
October 2014
The
Woods
I
entered the woods to find a mystery. I waited until nightfall since
that is when all the scary things come out to play. I dressed warmly
and brought some snacks then set out to see what I could find. I
heard an owl cry for the night and a wolf howl at the moon, leaves
rustled in the wind and a chill swept over me. Only slightly scared,
I pressed on trying to find my way. I searched in hollow trees and
rock caves only to find bug and twigs. I searched and sought the
night for something, anything that could incite fear. I grew tired
and found a soft patch of ground to rest. I ate my granola bar and
listened to the absolute silence of the full moon lit sky. I grew
dreary and eventually fell asleep. My dreams were full of nightmares.
Ghouls and terrors chased me through the forest, sending me screaming
through the night. The demons chasing me sent me flying off a cliff
to my ultimate death but when I awoke I was not dead. Rather I was
sleeping in the nook of a tree. Nothing harmed me, nothing chased me,
nothing scary happened. The only mystery I found was the mystery of
my own mind well I explored the calm and quiet woods.
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