She was trained to do as she was told.
No opinions, no voice, no life of her own.
And she could forsee no change in her future.
She’d accepted that her life would be nothing but the struggle to survive.
She’d accepted that she would never be truly alive.
Then an unknown came into her life.
He didn’t show up like a light, or a miracle.
He showed up like a dream.
Sudden and unexpected.
He came for her like a whirlwind.
And she was blinded and breathless.
And when she regained consciousness, she’d expected things to go back to ‘normal’.
Expected the dream to have ended, expected her nightmare of a reality to have regained.
But he remained.
And his voice was the tune she moved to now.
No more orders, no more terrors.
She was free.
And her heart followed his, as they forged their own path.
She was his and he was hers and together they were an army that marched through the hurdles of life.