The Voice of Defeat

With the night, came the mystery of what lies in wait, deep within the well. For a while only the night songs could be heard. Soothing echos of dreams still very much alive. Hope smiled and looked to the sky, for a glimpse of Aura Luna. As quickly as Luna returned her smile, she turned away as if to say - "He is near, be careful".

Hope could sense what Aura Luna had known. Defeat was very close. And with just a whisper, so subtle as a hummingbird's wings, He spoke, 'Can you feel her sadness?' The voice of an angel Defeat did have; an angel of dread. With each syllable spoken, great pain was inflicted, upon those who's ears they fell upon.

'It will take hold of her, the sadness, and lock itself tight within her soul. Do you really believe that she has strength to overcome this well? Let alone others in the future?'

Defeat did not wait for Hope's reply, before he began to laugh, as only evil can. Hope felt her companion stir, and pulled her in closer. Even so, Defeat managed to wake the child's conscience with his hideous taunts. Thus, drawing out a cascade of trembling tears from the child's eyes.

Mondays....

She felt a heaviness in her heart and mind, which gave way to the darkness that once again had consumed her. As she opened her eyes, the cold and dampness surrounding her, took her by surprise. She looked up and realized that the well had swallowed her for certain. Panic took over as her heart began to scream with the fear of knowing she was not alone. With the darkness came an ebony heart, held in the hand of a dangerous foe.

Defeat, he is a wicked one. Devilishly handsome, with breath as sweet as honey. He is the Keeper of the Wells. So many questions seemed to remain in her mind, pounding ever so loudly. She knew that Defeat was keeping them there. He wasn't ever too far away. His lies always traveled down the veins of the soul so smoothly and sugar sweet, that before you could release them, they had conquered your heart again.

Defeat - the creator of Doubt - the gathering one of Second Thoughts...

'Do you really think you can escape me'?
      'You know, you should just give in and deal with this life'.
             'Are you able to move forward without looking back, I didn't think so'.
                   'You can always cry, put on that mask, and act like you love your life'.
                        'Come on, you have a history. Misery loves company. It isn't so bad'.

With each desperate breath, she continued to reach further up the walls, even with the tears blinding her and dampening the stones. She must at least try shouldn't she? Could she? Don't let him tear you down with his dark whispers.

'Keep pulling yourself up there girl'.           

She continued to tell herself, in each tightly drawn breath. This challenge WILL come to pass.

As the day drew to a close, and the darkness filled the well, no light remained to comfort her. She clung onto the thought that Hope would come, as she cried herself to sleep. She wasn't aware that Hope had already pulled her onto her lap, and caressed her face as she wept. Hope whispered to her softly in that blissfully gentle voice - 'In my time my precious one, in my time you will overcome this well'.

Morning of the 4th day....

She knew that the challenge of the wells would be tragically difficult. Yet, not so difficult did they seem, until the strength she conjured up in her bones, would not release and be used. During the exhausting storms of the past days, she slept more than she had in many hours. Power naps became lifetime naps. Thoughts of defeat crawled deep within her, eating away all hope that she will some day be the champion of the well.

This morning as the dreariness cleared the heavens, a little ray of Hope gathered her out of bed. Hope is a powerful being when you acknowledge that She is there. Today, She, pushed her into the shower, to get dressed, and to begin with a tiny game plan for the day. Hope also gave her heart thoughts that the first task at hand would not be easy, but in the long run, it is best for her. Others may be hurt greatly, but now is the time to give herself happiness.


The others will survive, even as they mourn what may have been. Though they may see her decision to walk away as selfish and hateful, years down the road, they will understand that for her to be truly happy and healthy in life, this is what she had to do. Walking away does not come without heartache for her either. 

Today is Wednesday....

The hour is early in the evening, gentle hues of grey and blue dance, as the night arrives slowly. Her mind wanders over the sorrow filled thoughts, stopping briefly to reflect on each. 'How did I allow myself to become so sad? Can I bring myself to overcome these woes and move on to more blissful days'? I believe so she thought to herself. Yet, there will be a multitude of wells to crawl out from, and these challenges will truly make this weary heart stronger...