Story from Direct Address by Fatal Flaws

The time comes, the figure enters in on the leftmost side. The curtain up, the lights focused below. A childhood not so different from most; learning shame and pride, trying to find a place in a world so wide. Then confusion, angry prayers, and the wish to be another. Disappointment both from others and yourself. “If you love me as much as you say you do, help.”
So frame it as compromise, as a fatal love. In your voice they rationalize, neglecting their duty of love. But is everything so purposed, even a deep-set thorn that keeps on digging? Does obedience require that a heart be torn or beaten? Then guided, only chance, the discovery of one I respected. Sometimes life is a dance, a surprise. A decision then, to believe at all cost, the only thing that won’t make me feel lost.

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