As they both sat on top of the mountain, the dragon said to the angel, “There, you see? She is mine now! Despair has won!” The angel yelled, “NO!” and put up his huge hand. They watched the human, attempting to climb higher, scraped, bruised, and beaten by the rocks, bleeding.
It was her personal mountain, of trying not to be loved and accepted constantly, of being happy with herself, forgiving herself. She needed to accept who she was, but it was a horrible fight.
She paused barely holding on, her arm muscles twitching from fatigue, feet slipping. And during this great struggle, she stopped and bowed her head. A simple prayer really.
The angel smiled, and continued speaking, “She’s not giving up, and she will never be yours, as long as she doesn’t quit!”
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”