Definately not what you guys are thinking about the title, it isn't a moist chocolate cake slice, neither a gooey brownie, OH NO! not that delicious mango, but just a gratifying feeling that I experienced whilst stretching out my finger, just imagine, if we give ourselves to help out, it would mean the whole of heaven and not just a measly slice.
She was sitting all alone, lost in her thoughts, she did not know a thing that was happening around her, her body language told it all.. her tightlips, her fingers, pressing against one another, and her face, a total emotional mess.
What cold have been the problem ? Within myself i knew I had to answer my conscience and not let her go that way, all alone, so with a prayer on my lips I asked her "Are you alright? feeling well,?" the second part of my question just rolled out perhaps out of a fear, that I might be rejected, anyway which way I got my answer"A little unwell," from then onwards, the conversation was loaded with an emotional burst, a heart that was broken, and a trust that was trampled upon.
She was all of 23 years, and life was tough on her, she had learnt that a broken heart could not be healed, (Thats what she believed)
She had married much against her parents wishes, and left home and hearth for him, a blissful three years of marriage and she thought her world would never ever come crashing around her.
She seemed economically sound, and her tough exterior belied her tender compassionate self.
The first sign of mistrust was the cliched excuse"working late tonight" she totally believed him, until one day, the friends he was supposed to be working with late at night,tried to surprise them, by asking them both out to the movies...it was then on things starting to fall apart, showed the cracks and very visibly.
Fast forward, to a year later and there she was faced with a abusive husband, many of her friends told her to register a complain, she had her own reasons for not doing so, nonetheless she survived the humiliation, pain, torture and with the help of her few friends, she left him for good.But did he bother to even call her once ?
She was living as a PG close to her workplace and tried many a times to get in touch with her parents, who chose to forget they had a daughter.
The few true friends she had tried to play peacemakers and build the burnt bridge between her and her parents, they managed to make contact and last known about her, she was living with her parents Happy? not too sure, Safe YES.
How foolish are we that we walk away from the very ones who brought us into this world ? how reckless are we to trust our lives, even we have been pointedly shown what is not ?Heaven came in the way of that feeling, I had when I advised her how to go about her life, and she had tears in her large empty eyes, I had seen her around my place, and she found me familiar hence opened up her broken heart.
I loved it that she listened without interruptions, and told me "I was thinking that this would be the last sunset I was watching, until this moment THANK YOU,"
She was sitting all alone, lost in her thoughts, she did not know a thing that was happening around her, her body language told it all.. her tightlips, her fingers, pressing against one another, and her face, a total emotional mess.
What cold have been the problem ? Within myself i knew I had to answer my conscience and not let her go that way, all alone, so with a prayer on my lips I asked her "Are you alright? feeling well,?" the second part of my question just rolled out perhaps out of a fear, that I might be rejected, anyway which way I got my answer"A little unwell," from then onwards, the conversation was loaded with an emotional burst, a heart that was broken, and a trust that was trampled upon.
She was all of 23 years, and life was tough on her, she had learnt that a broken heart could not be healed, (Thats what she believed)
She had married much against her parents wishes, and left home and hearth for him, a blissful three years of marriage and she thought her world would never ever come crashing around her.
She seemed economically sound, and her tough exterior belied her tender compassionate self.
The first sign of mistrust was the cliched excuse"working late tonight" she totally believed him, until one day, the friends he was supposed to be working with late at night,tried to surprise them, by asking them both out to the movies...it was then on things starting to fall apart, showed the cracks and very visibly.
Fast forward, to a year later and there she was faced with a abusive husband, many of her friends told her to register a complain, she had her own reasons for not doing so, nonetheless she survived the humiliation, pain, torture and with the help of her few friends, she left him for good.But did he bother to even call her once ?
She was living as a PG close to her workplace and tried many a times to get in touch with her parents, who chose to forget they had a daughter.
The few true friends she had tried to play peacemakers and build the burnt bridge between her and her parents, they managed to make contact and last known about her, she was living with her parents Happy? not too sure, Safe YES.
How foolish are we that we walk away from the very ones who brought us into this world ? how reckless are we to trust our lives, even we have been pointedly shown what is not ?Heaven came in the way of that feeling, I had when I advised her how to go about her life, and she had tears in her large empty eyes, I had seen her around my place, and she found me familiar hence opened up her broken heart.
I loved it that she listened without interruptions, and told me "I was thinking that this would be the last sunset I was watching, until this moment THANK YOU,"
That was my slice of heaven.
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