There’s nothing more destructive in this world than a child losing hope. All thoughts of love and protection vanish like a bug hitting a bloodstained windshield. The only thing left is smeared dreams and broken wings.
I was taught that from a very early age that children should be only seen but are never allowed to speak unless they are told to speak. Seen, but not heard. These words resonated with me for years and years. Until, one day, I became so isolated from the real world I forgot how to connect with anyone.
But, one day, one fateful day, I was shown that if you look through the darkness, there is a light. A bold, bright light that can shine so beautifully at the end. My story is certainly not a fairy tale. It’s not a Cinderella story where she goes to a ball and meets her Prince Charming, moves into a glamorous castle, and they live happily ever after. No, this is the story of how one sees the unthinkable and experiences the unimaginable and learns what love truly is.
Now, if you’re prepared to listen to my story, a ghost story, then sit back, turn the lights down, and step inside my world where monsters hide and dreams are broken and resurrected.
