Title: Show { M E } Love
Description: {Re-entering} Malaika & Zindelo Rye
Description: {Re-entering} Malaika & Zindelo Rye
Spirit Dancer - February 7, 2008 11:09 PM (GMT)
This was an accident,
Not the kind where sirens sound,
Never even noticed,
We're suddenly crumbling.
Tell me how you've never felt,
Delicate or innocent.
Do you still have doubts that,
Us having faith makes any sense?
Tell me nothing ever counts,
Lashing out or breaking down.
Still somebody loses 'cause,
There's no way to turn around.
Staring at your photograph,
Everything now in the past.
Never felt so lonely I,
Wish that you could show me love.
- Show Me Love by t.A.T.u.
Black rimmed audda rested back, into the wild mass of jet black curls that I was finally able to see. I now knew what what color I was, how tall I was, or even if I looked funny whenever I walked, or even at this current moment. I'd been blind since birth, but miraculously, managed to regain my eyesight through a concussion.
To others, my facade and frame showed signs of an Arabian lineage; due to my dished tiara and long, spindly legs that were charred black and graced with white socks so small they almost looked like small gloves. A blaze ran down my tiara, meeting a charred muzzle that had the faint traces of a long-lost laugh or two, and only a few white spots defaced my entire bay appearance from being perfectly symmetrical. Though, those diminutive spots made me more unique than my condition. As did the milky hues that still defined me as Malaika, even though I could see now.
Though, with the return of my sight, came a heavy price. I lost the acute degree of smell, touch, and hearing that I had before. I was now just an average equine, maybe a little above average with the whole smell, touch, and hearing sense, but otherwise no one would ever fathom that I'd been blind. Well, maybe they would, with how milky my blue violet pools were. And, to both my displeasure and delight, I was intrusted with a big responsibility. I was now a mother from the nameless stallion who'd abused me, and blessed me with sight and my only child.
Traces of my abuse showed - though too obvious for my liking. I was still thin from my pregnacy, too. I should of been heavier; maybe not too heavy, but I was still relatively skinny for an Arabian. Even my son, Zindelo, was thin like I was, and despite his happy disposition, I was feeling like I was failing horribly because I wasn't succeeding, no matter how much I consumed and fed him. Had I midone something, while carrying him? Something so grotesquely wrong, it harmed him during the early stages? Heavens, anything but that! I was sure that if Zindelo pied during the night, I'd cry myself to death. Even if he had a nameless father, and was forever branded a bastard child and shunned me from a herd for the rest of my life - he was still mine. He would be the reason I got up every morning, and went through the day with a fake smile and false cheeriness.
Maybe, though with slight doubt, things would be okay. I had some hesitancy about it though. I knew I was welcomed back to the Forests; but a part of me didn't want to go back. I was already in shame, and I didn't need to be in it anymore than I already was. But what brute, King or not, would take a weak, abused mare and her fragile, bastard son? They'd have to be a bloody 'Prince Charming' or completely dense to my condition to take me.
I shook my head slightly at the thought. Whatever Life decided to throw at me, I would adapt. Adapting was something I was good at anyways. The proof of such was laid out in the open, as I watched my son chase after butterflies close by with a small smile.
-FIN-