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Searching

She didn’t know it yet…

She was only five years old when she began to dream, to question the meaning of life, love

She was only five years old when she began searching for the truth behind the unknown story

She didn’t know that throughout her life she would continue searching

Searching for truth

She questioned her memories

She questioned everything

She had witnessed abuse, her own abuse; she became one more unknown statistic

She tried to say something but soon found that it made no difference

She was left questioning why Men feel so empty they feel the need to take away someone’s feelings

She was only seven years old and already felt sick if a stranger; a Man came near her

She couldn’t stand being touched or held even for a moment

She became rebellious but nobody seemed to notice

Soon after this

She learned to hate all Men

She tried to put all the nightmares behind her

She erased all the dark memories from her mind.

All but one..

The memory of him

The blurred image

The voice

The traveler

Lost soul

She didn’t realize that all her life she would continue searching

Searching for the story

Searching for a meaning behind each story

Searching for words that can explain her emotions

Searching for an answer to every unanswered question

Searching for questions to all her answers

Searching for her purpose

Searching for her story

Time went by

The years piled up one by one

Memories filled with dust

No sign of life

No face

No name

No story

She followed her impulse, the signs that went unnoticed

She always felt something was missing.. perhaps it was her mind, her heart, her soul, a missing piece of her story

She tried to find this piece, the lost memories

She searched everywhere but found nothing

She felt a familiar feeling each time she thought of him; the one who gave her life but didn’t stay long enough for her to remember his name

She was left with only faint memories of him

She always asked so many questions

She finally found an answer

She was given a part of the life he left behind

She was given a part of his story

An explanation and finally.. she had a picture to represent the memories

The unanswered questions

A picture for the traveler

The lost soul

She was given his words

Letters she couldn’t understand

Letters she kept then she let go

She kept his broken picture, clothes, and old letters he wrote for her mother

She read his letters each morning trying to find an answer but she was too young to understand that love was just a moment… not meant to be forever

She was given all his letters; letters that were meant to be kept forever

She read these mysterious letters one by one; she read them under the sun

She read them under the trees, in the garden, alone in her room

She was only eight years old but she already understood that love was not love

She understood that love was a feeling, an emotion, a moment

Something that comes and goes

She read all his letters but was left with more questions

She sometimes couldn’t read these letters

There in those letters lived his voice

The voice she never heard

She could see his words, she could feel his words

She finally understood she wasn’t a part of his plan

She learned that money, status, power was more important than love

She understood more and less

She had enough and stopped reading his letters

She couldn’t remember if she read them all

She was told to come to the kitchen table

Her grandmother told her his story, she had heard this many times before but she didn’t accept those words.

She had hope

She wanted to believe that maybe he had a reason

A true purpose

Something to excuse his absence

His lost memory

Nothing

Soon after this, she decided to let go

There was no better choice

It was either

Dream that someday he’ll return

Dream of an explanation

A short answer

Or

Let go

Be free from his memory

Let go of the questions

The unanswered questions

She decided to let go

She Burned all his words,

She watched his letters go up in smoke

The last thing she held in her hands was his picture

She couldn’t understand why

She knew she had to be strong

She let go

She watched his image disappear

Colors fading one by one

The fire consumed his memory

The fire ended her search

She let go

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