A SILENT CRY

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Submitted Date 12/28/2018
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She was young, innocent but bold. One day, a little girl was entrapped with chained hands, stained clothes, and sealed lip, no one was able to help her escape inside a devil's dungeon - a place that has a familiar musky smell, same rough hands, and deep-toned voice. She embraced darkness and darkness consumed her innocence, leave her neither choice nor option to withdraw from it. Instilled in her mind that she wouldn't be able to survive, but this little girl still hope deep in her soul she will regain the power that was taken from her.

Everyday, she begged to wake up from a deep sleep, a nightmare. She knew it is another day, though, she tried to open her eyes through the glimpse of sunrise but with the thought that she will still live on the memories of yesterday. She tried to stretch her arms out as far as she could until someone held her tight, a touch of hope, and a whisper of a new beginning.

The little girl was placed on a Samaritan's Village where love and care truly exist. She found a place where she could still enjoy her childhood, but she is also learning from the past. There are still times that she could hear a loud wheeze on her chest, chills run down to her spine, and silent cry at night creeps all over again in between her sleep. The little girl is aware that she was wounded but she also has a heart made of an iron-like. She was bruised because of her dark past but little by little, as she walk through life and while listening to the intermittent chirping of birds, she savors the warmth and affection of the people she is with right now. The little girl is now picking up pieces of her lost identity. She was wimped out, but now she is becoming a bright spark on her own ways, discovering her new self like a metamorphosis where she was dull and have been through a painful process, yet will become someone she have never imagined.

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