My Sacrificial Understanding
By TreAnna B.
Page after page filled with blood
Spilled by my own reckless hands
But not my hands.
The hero takes the bullet
Saving his love from death
Even at the cost of his
Life.
The hero takes the beating
Even though it wasn't his to take.
He revels in each new agony
For it proves his worth.
Hour after hour of searching, questing,
Demanding an answer.
Finding none.
Prince turned pauper, saint turned sinner
Undeserving of his fate but he accepts it.
Death is a small price to pay but
Why does he pay it?
Tired yet relentless,
The pages grow as the stories multiply
No longer do I seek of my own volition.
Every new story displays my favorite theme.
My heart spilled onto each page
wanting so desperately to understand--
We write to understand.
Why can't I?
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