Unquenchable

The fire within is more than what you know. Because you are unquenchable. Yes, I see that glow. One that has been there since day one, there within the day your glow hit the sun. One that is still there and second to none. Oh how it overflows..if only ...mm you know. It always shows, even when you do not recognize It. It is like a throne that has always been a throne. It. Only takes you sitting. Sitting, sitting, sitting. It's yours since birth, it's yours. What, you desire? No, it's just yours. We grow, we weep , we seek, we dive deep within. In each of you and me. It's this fire just waiting to be set free. Free! It's free. But wait , all it takes is you. Recognize! Realize. Find? No no need to look ….just recognize and realize ..how can you look for something that's never been lost .Its always been there.Born within . Yes born within you and me. Never torn away it's ingrained into our soul .Its ingrain with no remorse. Do you know it's ingrained? Connected to your skin that it can not be torn away.. It's just ingrained. Ingrain From your flesh it cannot be removed because it will leave a scar that will always remain. It is attached to your soul that will never let go. All it takes is for you. To recognize it. A joy that always flows. A love that always grows a smile that always shines a love that you can never leave behind. As it burns within ,oh girl, boy ,man , woman , father ,mother etc.. it is Divine. I see your fire, I see your light , I see your glow, you are “Unquenchable”

CHAPTER 6

We arrived at aunt Musu’s house, which I probably should call home. Nothing had changed; everything was still the same. I felt like I never left, and gradually I began to remember my daily routines. What did change was that I would spend more time in my room than ever before, trying to avoid any confrontation. I felt a little lighter, and less afraid. Something felt different this time being in the home. I couldn’t gather what it was, but I would soon find out.

Although there was something different about being at home this time around, one thing that did not change was the beatings and words towards me. I remember calling Uncle Lee and telling him how tired I was with how I was being treated. I finally felt as though I had a voice and some kind of strength in me. This time was definitely different. I was unsure if it was because I didn’t care about much anymore in my life or if because I received a taste of what affection and love was and lost it. Whatever it was, there was nothing else to lose.

It was a Saturday morning and Aunty Musu was home. I could overhear her in her room quarrelling about something. Then, “Gloria!” she called out. Was she really calling me?

“Gloria!”

“Yes Mommy,” I replied, while going into her room. “Mommy you called me?”

“Who went through my jewelry and use my good good perfumes?”

“I don’t know Mommy, It wasn’t me.”

I remember the day before she sent me to go and get her fabric from her room, but I touched nothing else.

“So I was the one who came and scatter my own things ehn,” she questioned me.

I kept silent.

“Get from my face and go clean the place.”

Leaving her room with relief, I began to gather the cleaning supplies to clean the house. I cleaned upstairs first, then I vacuumed and went downstairs. After wiping down everything downstairs, I washed the dishes. As I turned on the vacuum downstairs, Aunt Musu called me back upstairs into the bathroom.

“Did you clean this bathroom?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Come here,” she pushed my head down into the tub and then pulled my ear towards the sink, “You didn’t clean this bathroom.”

“Mommy I did.”

“Shut up your mouth. Go get the cleaning things and come clean this bathroom so I can take a bath. I went back downstairs to get the cleaning supplies. A sudden thought came to my head and wouldn’t go away. I made the decision that would change my life forever. It only took that one decision to meet my saving grace - the real saving grace.

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As Aunt Musu went back into her room as she waited for the bathroom, I tiptoed back up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs it began to squeak.

“Oh no, I can’t let her see me.” So, I went back down the first half of the stairs slowly. I had to think of another way. It was cold outside, and I could hear her walking around upstairs. So I went into the basement door and grabbed the first coat I could see with my slippers already on my feet. I quickly wrote a note of “I’m sorry Mommy” and did what I knew best. Slowly I opened the front door, trying to prevent it from squeaking. A few minutes later I was out the door. I had ran away, but this time was different. This time would be the last, but the first into my new journey. I was about to experience a chapter of my life that I never thought was possible.