She views the world through broken glass. A tiny window, framed by jagged edges that cut her whenever she dares glance beyond her fear. Freedom beckons just outside her transparent prison.
Gathering courage, she pushes through. Shards of glass flay her ragged flesh. She emerges, bleeding, scarred, yet somehow whole.
Another story from the vault. This one was inspired by all of the injured souls who dare to face their worst pain. It’s terrifying to open that door, but so healing if we can (within the safety of an appropriate therapeutic setting).
Yes, when perspectives narrow or choices are limited, getting the mind, body and spirit aligned with wholeness seems far away. Hope and trust carry us forward.
This is a powerful short story. I find myself cheering her on: Freedom beckons just outside her transparent prison. Lots of unsaid story between these sentences: She emerges, bleeding, scarred, yet somehow whole.