Another piece of prose writing from a couple of weeks ago…
‘All this time she’d been trapped. Unable to free herself, unable to fly away. Like a bird with clipped wings. She knew where she wanted to be, but couldn’t find the way out. It was so frustrating for her, and all she wanted was to be able to move to new pastures. To start again, and enjoy fresh air. But that wasn’t how life worked for her. No, she was destined to stay trapped forever, forever observing everyone else’s happiness.
One day however, all that changed. A moment where those shackles were cut loose, and the door opened. All she had to do was step through the door. At first she was scared. Scared to grasp the opportunity presented as all she’d known for so long was the hope of change. She never truly believed that her dream would come true. In fact, she didn’t know that was what her dream even was. She had thought she wanted one thing, the thing her release hinged on, and what was denied her still. But in fact, her real dream was freedom.
Her initial response was to crawl away into a corner. Shy away from the blinding light and curl up tight. Ignoring the world. She instinctively wanted to take the easy option; stay where she was, stay in her trapped life, and continue to feel sorry for herself. But then something sparked within her. A little piece of energy which spurred her to life. To real life.
She slowly crawled forward, dragging herself into the path of the sun. Forcing herself to believe it was the best way to go. She looked at her prison through new eyes – she no longer wanted to stay, she no longer found it comforting, and saw how the shackles had scarred her forever. She needed to go, to find a new safe place. Somewhere more comfortable, somewhere she could be always happy.
As she stood in the doorway, the sun warmed her face. She smiled. It wasn’t forced, it was a real smile. In the distance she saw a new horizon, somewhere she could reach now she was free. Behind her she saw her old dream, in pieces on the floor. As she continued to stare, it slowly rebuilt and floated away to belong to someone new. She smiled again. It wasn’t her dream to enjoy. Her future was twinkling just over the crest of the next hill.
She knew she’d return to this place. Always would. But never would she step inside. She would always just stand at the door, as she did now, and remember how far she had come. It would always be a special place, part of her life, but no longer the prison she once knew. No longer was she stuck, trapped, inside a never-ending despair. She was finally free…’