Powerless I

I looked at her eyes; eyes that yearned for love and for an ounce of affection. It was hard to see beyond her palpable scars that were already bloody and swollen. It was hard to look beyond them and harder to try to understand tha magnitude of the torment she had suffered. She would have once been beautiful with olive skin and ebony hair that danced around her face but now the scars had defaced her, destroyed her and made her unearthly.

I tried not to stare but I was helpless because the sight of her wounds from the agony she had gone though traumatized me. For a moment I seemed to feel her ache and grief; the sting in her wounds and the pain from her broken ribs. I yearned to hold her hand and tell her that she will see a better day, but then it was too obvious that those were impossibilities.

Weakly but yet she smiled. Clueless about my reaction I stood stationary and expressionless for a moment. With effort, I regained my consciousness and smiled back weakly too.

Though she was too weak from the agony she had gone through and though she couldnt utter a word, her eyes seemed to speak to me. They seemed to say that she understood that she wouldnt see spring or the cherry blossoms that line the streets in June. They spoke about her knowing that she would never then get to buy vanilla ice cream from the cie cream man and that she wouldnt see the day where she would be the bride. elegantly smiling in her white dress.

Then it struck to me; I was utterly and completely helpless against fate. I could weep, worry and wither but fate would take its own ugly course with her. I felt powerless and weak because, after all, I was just mere, mortal myself to do anything to help her survive.

‘I’ll pray for you’ was all I had the courage to utter. Then I smiled at her and turned around and walked away on my feeble legs.