Voices of Despair by ford_of_bruinen

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My hands tremble at the loom, this was not the future I prayed for, not the way he was to live or die. My son.

My hands tremble as they fist in my skirts, tears burn behind my eyes. They left me. My husband first and then a son and daughter and now they are dead, lost to me, in bloodshed and despair. My children.

I begged for death once, to remain unbeeing, and then I begged for life. So many debts to atone. It is my fault they fall and fail and die. I first chose despair and now…