My Hope finally appeared amidst the wailing and torture... Her memory finally reaching me: but when saw the Fire with her, I started to become fearful once again.
Noticing this, she smiled with sadness, and held out her hand with kindness... And as I remembered her promise, I saw my own Pain in her eyes.
Hesitantly, I accepted her love with trust and unknowing faith as I became frozen - Unexpectedly, she embraced me, and I noticed Uncle Sam's Fire was with her again, as I felt warmth for the first time in my long forgotten journey.........
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The Blessed Curse of Humanity and Mortality in Reality and Life
SpiritualAn allegorical short story of perspective. It is meant to be read with the reader's own perspective of choice. The story contains both subtle and deep reflective meanings. It is categorized as spiritual, but I consider it as more of a journey in f...
