Why was it always hot? This wretched box she was in.
There was never a moment of relief, no light that snuck through, only constant torment and turmoil, and an oppressive, unyielding heat.
Whether it was Day 775 or a thousand, she had lost count. Time no longer mattered. All she wanted was liberty which seemed to elude her
Her bones were fractured from years of bending, molding her figure to become what she wasn’t.
Her skin was dull and full of scabs from lack of appreciation and scavenging in the dark.
Her mind, a maze of lived experiences, only they were not hers but others. Experiences she’d etched and replayed in her consciousness, which only brought on the shadows and a deep weakness in her soul.
When she heard the sound of the hammer for the first time, coming down on her box, she discovered what it felt like to hope.
When the cracks ran through the box, she was blinded by the streaks of light that followed. Still, she found it scary to believe. She saw the lights dim and heard the faint sound of the hammer, which slowly faded away until all was silent.
What other life had she known but this?
She tried to recollect moments when she’d lived in the sun and danced in the rain, but those seemed like they’d happened to someone else.
Why did she stop dancing in the rain? How did she allow hatred and derision colour her soul till all she saw was ashes and brokenness? Why had those things mattered so much to her?
It didn’t happen overnight but, slowly her life became a reflection of the things she hated. That was when she felt the need to act, to put on a smile while cursing the world with every fibre of her being, till the darkness took over, till she was crooked and boxed.
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Day 1000 and forever…
For sure, it was the hammer come again to finish what it had started, and this time she would be ready.
But she wasn’t ready for the terrible beauty that hurt her eyes the moment her box was destroyed. She wasn’t ready for the burst of light that shone from all corners everywhere she looked.
Suddenly, she was swept up by a strong wind, and found herself among the clouds; numerous in number, each one soft and airy. All her daydreams of liberty were surpassed. Her heart filled with joy and peace.
Her bones healed and realigned, her skin shone like a diamond, her mind sound and free. No more would she live under the shadows and lives of others. No more would she wear the cloak of condemnation and self-loathing.
In a wide-open field, surrounded by flowers and songs and love, she danced gaily to a new tune.
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