Feud

They met three years ago, both hasty to make their mark.

Fighting for what they are assuming is theirs, both talented, amazing minds, perfect partnership, if they had the time to sit and compare their strengths.

He was on the forefront of everything.

Leading the church band, leading his peers to family, he was number one.

She displayed early signs of being able to lead.

Both seemed to have much in common, but could not see the common.

He knew she was an angel, clipped wings, bruised, yet he pursued her.

She saw him.

Butterflies, yes, she fell.

This was about to be a ride never to forget.

Trust and honesty never made their way into this car.

Deceit and rage, made a new home in their house.

Both see, but too proud to be seen.

She would not strip herself, for him to see.

He would not lay down his head, to be comforted.

Instead, war became the new game.

Punches,

Screams,

Kicks, not loud and bright enough for them to hear or see.

He gave his life; being packaged that way, trying to save this angel.

Needing her to see what she should do.

Finally, he gave up.

She kept crawling deeper in her hole, refusing to break all barriers.

It took her nine months to educate herself, about herself.

She found a love for herself, accepted whom she is and what she needs to do.

This love, taught her humility, self-respect, confidence and a whole range of possibilities, at her disposal.

The two of them found their way, back into each other’s arms.

This time they sat down and combined their strengths, planned a life together, but the feud is no longer between him and her, the angel and the star, but the two of them against Lucifer, disguised as a king with rewards of pain….

Joleen Witbooi