It

Once upon a time there was.  But It wasn’t yet… Then Something in the Cosmos caused it to grow and become. Deep inside a water bag, protected - or so you’d think.

 

When she realised, the owner and Carrier of that bag became very fearful and did not want It. The more It grew, the more fearful she became, wanting to end her own life and put a stop to It.  She wrote to her sister telling her so, embittered tears falling on the paper but somehow she didn’t post the awful missive. 

 

And she didn’t end her life  - only the Cosmos knows why and It grew to full term in time, despite being passively smoked-in-the-bag like a mackerel every day.  But It did grow…

 

When the Fullness of Time came, It was birthed into another atmosphere, face mystically covered in after-birth as if to shield Her from the cold, bright, alien world. 

 

Sadly, she was named for tears of bitterness, despite her sweet innocence and happy little nature.  But her real name was ‘beloved, she who battles, for she had, and would, all her life, to Be.

 

Soon the poor Carrier became very ill yet again, birthing yet another child. Her eldest, snatched mid-schooling, became the mother of the newborn. And Bitter Tears, almost two, could no longer receive the nurturing she so desperately needed as a little one.  For as you know, there is now proof that embryos do feel emotions in the womb, as well as receive their carriers lung air, blood and sustenance.  And somewhere within Bitter Tears Being, she did know.

 

Well, she grew up in that noisy, often angry voiced family, loving but lost (even today, her siblings still are, though they do not know it). Until one day, when the Carrier died, Bitter Tears found that letter and knew for sure what she had always carried in her Being.  Shocked to her core, but having been a carrier herself, she could only tuck it away, deep, deep inside her…

 

… I don’t know what happened to that letter nor does the sibling who found it too.  But I do know Bitter Tears never really could feel loved by anyone, even though she had a loving family of her own. 

 

Many things happened to her later on in life, some good, some bad but somehow the Cosmos still watched over her…  Watching her woundedness, her daily struggles to be happy and rise above what she carried.

 

In time, she became Beloved, She Who Battles and a prolific writer of poems, they too birthed out of her wounding.  And others would come to read them and gratefully know there was someone else who had lived, and understood Real Life.

 

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