Unchained Melody

Unchained.

Liberated.

At peace.

Sometimes you pray for something.

You pray for something so badly.

5 times a day, after prayers, with your face all scrunched up.

Day in and day out.

God please.

Please,

You pleaded.

You begged.

Why?

You couldn't understand why it wouldn't be within your grasp.

It stares you in the face, mocking you.

Daring you to take that plunge forward.

And everytime you do, you fall face down.

Ouch.

That hurts.

That hurts real bad.

You get back up again.

Lick your wounds, and come back for more.

Idiocy.

Persistence.

Where's your sense?

None within reach.

8 months later.

Hear that sound of squashed meat?

Yeah, that's your face hitting the stone cold pavements again. 

Ouch.

You get back up again.

Face it.

I wanted more,  you wanted less.

I'd say we reach a compromise.

  Show me your ugly and I'll unchain myself.

Tonight.

Unchained.

Liberated.

At peace.

The answer to all qualms aren't by avoidance.

But via confrontations with the core, ie the essence of said problem.

And in this silent war I'm waging against myself, was everything yet nothing to do with you.

I reign victor. 

Epiphany?

No.
I gave up on my sense a long time ago.

More like Divine Intervention.

Answered prayers.