Plagued by Destiny

This is the very first thing I wrote. I wrote this the night before Thanksgiving 2012.

"Plagued by Destiny"

 A long sleepless night of self destruction while dreading the day to come. A day meant for love, family and togetherness. While I have been condemned to the loneliness and solitude that I have become so accustomed too. Though I have no animosity towards the family that has alienated and shunned me as an outcast, the manifold of feelings I have are of pain, isolation, loneliness and misunderstanding. While I sit in my quite seclusion, filled with torment and confusion, I wonder why I was created so different from the rest of the world?

 Could it be that this is my destiny, a fate which the universe has presumably prescribed? Perhaps this star-crossed life that I have proceeded to this point has shown me a path towards greatness? For a life ordained to anguish and solitude in the end become the most oppressed and tortured souls creating the most exalted legacies. Prechance I have been appointed these hardships as a way of conditioning my mind, body, and soul for a task yet unknown? As I cannot designate what the Universe has intended for my life's purpose, I can only desire with confidence and faith, that with all the misfortune and desolation that has so far plagued me, comes the aspiration of renowed happiness and achievement in this life or the next. -JS

Author's Note

This was the first thing I wrote beginning my therapy for PTSD. I wrote this the night before Thanksgiving 2012. So please excuse the grammar and punctuation for I still have a lot to learn.

Reviews

[MAC]

great expression!

[poetry-kiddo alienbaba]

I am glad you are writing,
Words heal the writer and the reader too!

[zainul]

It is a lovely write,Jen.
You have expressed your thought quite eloquently.
You need not be worried for what happened to you.
I hope you will recover soon from the ailment and overcome the crisis.
Best luck!