The Little Girl

Written and as told by Misty Tiara

There was once a little girl who was lost and lonely. The little girl had been searching for all her young life for a place that she could feel safe and secure from the wolves in the world. She roamed from dark place to dark place seeing nothing but wolves along her path. Sometimes the wolves wore sheeps clothing sometimes they were obvious to be wolves. The little girl would sleep in the dark places afraid of what the wolves would turn into. Sometimes the wolves would turn into something worse, demons that chased her from dark corner to dark corner. The little girl would scream and cry and beg for mercy. But the demons knew nothing of mercy or compassion. They knew only pain and hate. As the little girl grew older amidst the demons, wolves and dark places she began to feel those dark places overcome her soul and her being. She started becoming filled with this darkness, the hate, and the pain. She was still searching for a way out of the maze of darkness. She always believed in her heart that there was a place.

While this little girl now a grown woman was searching and hurting and in pain she came upon a light. This light transfixed her and made her curious. She had never seen such a light amidst the darkness. She was frightened at first. Why was there a light in all this darkness? Where did it come from? Was it the demons trick to cause her more pain?

The little girl now a grown woman walked a little towards the light. Full of trepidation and fear for she had become accostumed to the darkness that had surrounded her all her life. This light emitted such a sweet sound to her heart and soul. The light was a sweet chorus of angels that could be heard in the early morn. Slowly very slowly she began to walk closer, beginning to be full of awe and wonderment at the beauty of this light. She began wanting to know more of this light and what it held.

The more she began to walk towards it the more she opened her eyes to the light and there began to be less darkness in her soul. She would take frequent rests battling the demons that still came after her. She would battle them and fight them off with the reknowned strength she found from this light source. She became stronger and freer in her soul.

She kept on walking day after day slowly on the light trail that beckoned her. She began to see such wonderful things along her path. SHe began to see butterflies instead of dark shadows. The butterflies would flutter her face and wipe away her tears. She began to hear the song birds chirping their beautiful songs of joyment and happines. She began to feel the ocean waves against her skin washing away the dirtiness of the darkness. She began touching the velvetness of the ground and the air that surrounded her on the path towards the light.

One day she finally reached that light source. There was nothing but a richness of white that surrouned her. She could feel the warmth and the tenderness of the light source as it emitted such a blanket of comfort around her. She was hesistant one last time. Still fighting those demons that still chased her occassionally, after a moments hesitation she ran into that light source. She rolled and played and laughed. The laughter the joy inside her had replaced the darkness that had long overtaken her. As she was rolling playing and laughing. She realized in her heart and soul what this light source was. With the look of disbelief with the feel of giddiness she realized that this was love. She opened her eyes wide, opened her heart because she knew that this love would forever fill her and replace that darkness that had been hers all her life.