Turned Away
White fabric fluttered softly in the night breeze, an obvious give away that he sat there. His back was turned to me, his face undoubtedly overlooking the ocean from the cliff face he occupied. I was hesitant to approach him; his turned back signified something far more than it let on. His back was turned; turned from the land, turned from me, turned from life.
He was turned from all that had been, and could be.
I knew he was tired of the façade, of the life he lived.
I cannot blame him.
Having been born a child of scorn and taint, conceived as dirty, it is understandable that he comes to see himself as what he had been marked as…
A Forbidden Child.
He had come from a forbidden love and cast away by a broken family.
Perhaps it is a derogatory term. The government dictates we should use the term 'divided family', but in light of these times, and the gravity of his situation, 'broken' is the more appropriate word.
The shame and resentment of such a life has caused him much pain. The sting of the words he endured cut more deeply into him than any knife could ever achieve, and the betrayal of his blood has shattered his soul more than anything else could dream to.
And, because of it all, it's left him broken in more ways than one.
Worst of all, it's left him with a broken heart.
That is undoubtedly the worst to have to endure.
So, now he sits, his back to me and the life he had forged out for himself amidst the shattered pieces of his himself. Because he feels lost and can't find himself, he turns away. Betrayal takes time to heal, and even so, the heart is never fully the same again.
In his case it's gone so far that he closes himself out reflexively for self-protection.
His trust has long since been lost, scattered amongst the fragments of the life he lost, and calling it back is not easily done. Trust takes time to gain, and in wake of betrayal rarely ever does it occur. He won't call back his trust and betrayal shall always grip him. The cycle is unending and unrelenting.
His back is to me, turned ever more away.
Life turned on him leaving him alone…
So he turned his back on life…
I sigh and begin the slow trek to his side.
I won't turn my back on him.
Author's Ramblings
Alright. Really no reason why I wrote this, it just kind of happened. So, be a dear and leave your name at the door with your honest opinion, ne?
Blackrose