For the record this is the second letter that made me cry like a river. Four years ago, it was signed by holy hands and I was not given the voice to make a stand. Here, it is now, the second one from someone who gave me hope but the rules are not under their control.
In comparison to last time, I rested for more than three months. My heart and pride were slashed, I had nowhere to go. I belittled myself and despised of who I am. It was my lively and colorful personalities that put into trouble. I couldn’t fake myself and wear the mask of a witch just to please the minorities. Looking back, I was hated by crabs and jealous hearts; but, I was loved by the little devils they dictated me to loath. Every 3 am I prayed, ‘lead me to where my heart belongs’.
The second time round, I am not hated and their were no envious minions of the pretenders prophets of God. I am free to be me and my skills improved. Yet, I left because I prayed to God for greater dreams for my future home. I am not starting all over again, I am moving forward. My gifts and skills don’t fail me. I am just a stranger on a land whose rules are for the good of its people. I have no rights to question and I can’t insist. I only hope in my heart that there’s a place for me.
I strongly believe that this storm will pass. I keep on trying my best and can’t wait to see you when this is over.
I truly miss you. I really do.
Luv u more