The Fight of Her Life

She fought her way into this world,
darkness tried to snuff her, but she refused to die.
She was created for purpose,
darkness tried to seduce her, but she chose to live.

The noose around her neck tightened. The same cord that kept her alive for many months was now suffocating her. Her tiny heart pumped furiously, trying to keep up with the oxygen demand. Her neurons fired rapidly; messages signalling danger activated her fight or flight response. All systems were geared for battle.

Voices from beyond shouted, “We need to move quickly. We only have 5 minutes to get her out.”

Though she felt trapped and frightened, she focused on the light emanating from the angels assigned to her. The 2 beautiful, statuesque beings held her tiny hands and sang melodies:

You shall go out with joy
And be let forth with peace,
And the mountains and the hills
Will break forth before you
There’ll be shouts of joy
And all the trees of the fields
Will clap, will clap their hands

“Three more minutes,” the voices shouted. “OK, I can do this,” she fought valiantly.

Suddenly, there was a flood of light. Blinded, she screamed. Choking, she contorted her body like a wild animal.

She was out.

“So this is my new home,” she smiled. She waved good-bye to her winged protectors and collapsed in exhaustion.

 

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3 thoughts on “The Fight of Her Life

    • I know, think of all the “other worldly” experiences we could share.Seems like we only get to hear about our birth, and never fully relate to what happened.

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