“I am tired of being someone’s piece of meat.” I told my friend. The thought was unbearable. I couldn’t take living this way anymore. He would throw me, beat me on my chest and cut me down to size. I don’t know how I survived this far but I was alive somehow. There was little of me left but I was here.
There was nowhere for me to run. I couldn’t even budge the door. I couldn’t even move for it was just too small and I was freezing. I didn’t know how long I could last or if I would still be alive the next day. I slept but I hated to sleep. I suffered from nightmares. I couldn’t always remember them but I knew I had them. I would wake up screaming and wake up my friend. She would comfort me and then we would both go back to sleep. We were always tired. Our days were always busy and exhausting. We barely were even up to casual talk.
She didn’t make it in the end. I saw him take her away and she never returned. Her man. He was like my man. He cut her up and beat her too. I knew this time he left her nothing. I knew my days were number but without hope you can’t start the day and so I held on hoping. I never knew what to hope for. There didn’t seem anyway out of this but I had nothing else so I held on tight.
It had been awhile now since I had last seen him. I saw others come and go, taking the rest of my friends away and none returned. I found myself alone, cold and trapped. I didn’t know how I was still alive there was barely anything left of me. I just wanted to die, I wanted him to kill me now and get it over with. I couldn’t kill myself. I had nothing to do it with but I had to get out of here. I had to. I then saw my chance.
He was not my man. I don’t know what happened to my man but I saw the man who took my close friend away and killed her. The one who comforted me after my nightmares. He grabbed me, threw me down and attempted to cut me. I didn’t think about it but I just ran. I ran. I ran. I didn’t look back. I just ran and ran. I didn’t know where I was going nor did I pay attention to anything around me but I was just focused on one thing. I wanted to live free.
There were no men around for miles. I looked all around me but I saw nothing. It was jus wilderness, it was dark and cold. I was free. There was no man after me. No more beatings, men cutting into me or throwing me. I would live. I heard something, I fled into the thickets and watched. It was another man. I couldn’t believe it. What was I to do now? Where was I to go? Did he see me?
“Hey… He whistled-but I didn’t know why.
“Sparks… where are you-you dang mutt?”
I didn’t recognize those words. I knew he was not looking for me so I was more relaxed but he was looking for a creature and he may have been looking for me. I didn’t know what it looked like. I then saw the man come up to where I was. I was about ready to give myself up and just die. I waited for him. I waited. I waited.
“Well, Sparks… I thought for sure you would be chewing on this piece of meat here. It looks like someone dragged all the way out here-I see the blood trail… weird… no good to me… Sparks… come on-damn it.”
The creatures he was talking about liked to chew on me. I would never be out of danger. However, without hope, you can not start the day. The man walked away. I moved further into the wilderness.
Oh, there’s so much hope in life
Such nice life to be free
The wilderness is over
Once we get to know each other more
Sparks comes from the mind and in the heart
She will make it in the end
I suppose