There once was a woman whose heart leaked with love. Where it used to sit so happy and full, it had suffered and smudged. Crickled and cracked after ache after ache, Sandra's life since childhood had been filled with heartbreak. From time as a teenager with heartbreakers breaking her down, Sandra rose above it all meticulously turning her frowns upside down.
It wasn't all bad, she finally found love profound, amidst the usual rollercoaster of life's ups and downs. Until at its peak, with love at its most, tragedy struck its hardest, and sweet Sandra broke. Alone and with child, her panic and pain was far far from mild.
It had been tough to name her girl especially after such a loss, the name she landed felt so silly and tosh. But since her first cry, Sandra found her Hope in an instant. The name felt so right, there was no way it was a misprint. And her Hope she shone so brilliant and so bright, she sat in her arms as she cried every night. She built back that heart that had been shattered and broken, her sighs and sweet cries were all that need be spoken. As her heart healed and clamped she poured herself into her daughter, the time spent together became that young mother's food and her fodder.
Sandra had lost so much in her life, dreams stolen by finances, then death coveted her wife. It had been so long since Sandra touched her pen to her paper. Then in the sudden quiet of night, came characters and adventure. They weren’t as expected; they were gentle and soft, wrapped up in sweetness, to teach her child of love.
Sleepy night tales and lullabies were all that she could scribe, hoping that Hope would receive them, and be guided through life's difficult cries. They did more than that, the words brought balance and light. Slowly but surely, the cracks in Sandra's heart began to feel all right.
The truth is sweet Sandra still carried all the love she'd thought she'd lost. The broken had opened a path to share goodness from tragedy and lose. She found it in her Hope and it gushed as she penned across notepads, soft lullabies tuning to the dreams she once had. Stories of triumph, truth, and love. Of things that she believed in, coloured in the feelings that she loved. Of course the scenes were all a tiny bit different, with stories about animals, and dragons not men and women.
Sorrow, and scary things weren’t pushed aside, but she found adjectives to shade them so neither would cry. With these new palettes came perspectives that morphed her life's old sad stories that she knew. Mingled with her baby's brightness her life washed all a new. From the page to her soul, the stories changed as she wrote, within them were the stories she kept all untold. Despite memories thought too dark and black, Hope changed Sandra's heavy heart, though she was too young to know that.
It was Hope that carried this young mother back to her splendour. Of life and her love, days left alive to fill with wonder. Her mind wondered less as she set herself to sleep, no longer wandering to dark corners, no longer staining her pupils when she weeped. She let herself rest through the night and it was in her days that she dreamed. With dreamy little Hope, and the smiles that she’d bring.
When the darkness would come Sandra would no longer run. She’d surrender and flourish and think of the pages to come. More stories to tell as she rocked Hope to rest. As the pages kept growing Sandra collected the best.
Night after night, after her daughter’s soft coos, Sandra’s stories settled them both, and her heart was renewed. Sandra took solace that it was her writing that had helped evoke the change from pain. Papers to pillows, and then back all again. Sandra had her Hope, whose mother’s love pulsed unchanged. Through the good and the painful, her love had always remained. It was true, in her life Sandra's heart had been broken and shattered. But with Hope in her life, she remembered none of that mattered.
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-Mr. Write
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