Oh Sorrow

There once was a little girl. Who wished
to be a princess. Oh how she dreamed and
twirled in her beautiful purple dress and
dreamt dreams of a young little girl.

This little girl became a young woman
and try as she might those dreams and wishes
never left. She knew they were foolish but
how she longed for them to one day become
real. And yet she dreamed and dreamed some more.

Years went by and the young girl became a woman
still searching for love that she had desired
since a child.
One day a man came along and fell in love with
this young woman, but he had not the strength
to tell her yet.
The young woman fell in love with the young man
as well. And finally her dream had come true!
Or so she thought, she waited and waited hoping.

Thoughts began flooding her mind, whispers of an
unseen darkness. "How could he ever love you?"
the voice whispered. "You are a dreamer, a wild
spirited soul. You are not what he would want"
The woman fought these thoughts but ever so slowly
she began to believe them.
"You'll never be what he truly desires, there is
nothing special about you. Your hair is plain your
form is undesirable your dreams and desires are
foolish. Your eyes are dead and your face holds no
real beauty, you will never stand up, your better
off alone"

Then one day the young man got down on one knee before
her and laid his heart out before her. But the poison
was to deep to be cured now. The young woman could not
believe that he could truly ever love her. So she ran.
She ran from her love she ran from her dreams and left
it behind in the dust. Leaving behind the one who loved
her more then life its self.

The young man trudged to the nearby river and sat on its
banks dreaming of what could have been. It the end was
inevitable. He slid from the banks of the river to its
deep waters, he sank to the bottom where he met his end.
No one ever knew what became of him, thinking he had just
left, traveling to a far away world. But he sank to his
sorrow and misery at the bottom of the misery, in his hand
he clutched the ring he had chosen for his love.

The young woman returned home, time went home her parents
passed from this world her siblings grew up and married.
Until there was just one brother left, who never could
reach out and touch love either.
So they remained in the old farmhouse never speaking of the
past, each in their own world of sorrow.

And there the woman spent the remainder of her days
sewing cloths and taking care of her brother.
The sun went down each evening on her sorrow and
regret, wishing things had been different but the voices
whispered on. "You would have never been good enough,
just look at you" they'd say. She would nod and sew one
more stitch. Each day sewing the stitch to keep her broken
heart...in tact.

And some say, that she was the most beautiful woman to
have ever graced God's wonderful world. That God reached
down and touched her with the beauty of angels.
These words she never heard for everyone felt to foolish
to ever say them.

And some say, though I never knew for sure myself because
I never saw this woman. That her beauty never weaned, it
only grew more extraordinary by the day. I never knew her
real name because after many years everyone just called her
Sorrow. And the sorrow...was beautiful.

Oh Sorrow, how I cry for you.
I will never be you.

Fear only has as much power as you give it.


based on a true story.
Christa