Please, please, please.
There’s a pool of dried blood under my feet everytime I plead to Him.
Along the way, from black and white to all shades of color. From holding Mother’s hand, to holding on to life. She keeps pleading the same thing, on and on.
Please, please, please.
Hundred battles, dried tears, God knows how many times she ran out of breath. Yet, she’s still on her knees.
Please, please, please.
She cries harder, prays harder, closed her eyes even tighter. All of that, in the hope that her prayers will be heard by God in an instant.
Please, please, please.
Scratched knees, both hands folded and pressed to each other for too long till they turned red. She had been staring to the ground till it’s blurry, keep chanting the same thing over and over again.
Please, please, please.
There she goes again, bleeding till it’s dry by itself. Another pool of dried blood, another prayer sent to the sky, another sacrifice was made.
She’s been sleeping at night with swollen eyes in a room full of crowded solitude. Everyone can see it with bare eyes, there’s pity in their eyes. Even a ghost pitied her.
For once in her life, she wants to be in the first place. She wants the medal of being in it.
For once in her life, to be the protagonist in her own cause it’s always been about everyone else.
For once in her life, she wants to be included in the scene and not just watching it from behind the curtain.
For once in her life, she gets what she wants. She’ll promise, just once in a lifetime. Nothing more and nothing less.
Someday, somewhere, in this universe, she wins everything in life.
She would die for something she longed for even if it takes another pool of dried blood, another swollen eyes, and another sacrifice.
