Dum spiro, spero

She rose to a beautiful day full of life and expectations; to embrace the beauty and trials that lay ahead. She stepped out clothed in dignity. With her offspring beside her, she left the safety of her home into the world; each of them on their own paths. 

She smiled, talked, learned and taught, oblivious that they that work, day and night to tear down the works of her hands were rounding up their forces to strike once and for all. Wheels set in motion seven days earlier would hit her at that moment. She stumbled on impact, her mind dazed as she regained her balance, unable to see, think or imagine what living the next minute would be like. She cried out to the world for mercy; if not for herself then at least for her offspring. Unrelentingly, the destruction fell upon her, hour after hour! What will she do? Where will she go? Who will help her?

She scrambled for help running from door to door looking for someone to help her slow down Armageddon. But silence was all she got from every door that she knocked on. Persistent with lingering hope she ran back: “maybe just one door will open”. Her constitutions were weakening but just when she thought luck had run out, a little voice answered, eager to listen but the body was so frail, offering no hope of help. As she tried to ignore the inevitable, she could hear voices, full of life, walking away behind every closed door that she knocked on earlier; it would be a while till they returned. So, she walked away, her shoulders heavy, legs weary, her throat tight and cramping from the pain of hopelessness. 

.......to be continued.