Hero

" I'm the hero of the story, I don't need to be saved...."

I am the Story-maker, I am the initiator, I am the creative genius behind this story. I am the Master Planner wrote it for her and I dwell in her as Herself.
it starts eyes shut, it starts with dependance. it starts with reluctance. it is naive. oblivious of the potential.the story is 20 years old. it was young at heart, the heart believed in the goodness of people. it was soft not yet corrupted by pain.

then the story builds, it pick speed, it's moving, it's better than before. the story took to the age of 21. it was looking bright. it was seeing light, but for time it was the wrong light, it was lightness upon disapointment, it was the light upon ignorance, it was lighting heartbreak. i taught her about strenght, i taught her about hardship. she feel but not once did she give in, because she had a plan. She sat in a night revealed thoughts so deep, it hurt her more than the actual deed. she made mistakes and lived on the moment.

then she came, she came with something else, she came with a choice. i believe she could have done it different. she could have done it with lesser resentment. but netherless she came to my open arms and said 3 words.

I am unhappy.
patiently I listend to her soft tears and her agony. she wanted something diffirent. and because we are revolutionary champions. i gave her a blog.  a few words said something that would change the way she did things.
"God, Grant me the Courage to be happy." it was meaningfull and she realized that she would have to start fighting for her share.
she is a gardner, she cuts out all the weeds, she was doing trimming. it isn't always the best way to go about, but she was created by My hands. she was perfect.

she hurts of people. she is in pain due to the ignorance. but she is hoping for something better. she would learn from this. she would change for the better. she would become stronger because she believes in the better of people.

But she is scared, she is scared I am mad at her for he choices. Her relative strong language, she ability to be mad. she is scared I won't be around because she doesn't pray much. she is scared that I wouldn't love her because she doesn't love the whole world! She is messed up, she makes endless mistakes. but she Believes and that she somewhere believe I love the trouble-makers, I love the one's that doesn't live with constant smile. she does live a pious life. but she doesn't hate. she only hurt and she doesn't allow her heart to hurt so she doesn't deal with the hurtfull.

i have found a Hero... A Champion that would forgive, a Champion that would love. He is my Hero, He looks past the mistake he looks past the pious life and doesn't fight my hands of anger. He is a true Hero.

Love*