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.
When I was trying to walk away from a life of darkness and pain, I was told that even though the box has sharp corners we stay inside it because we know where those sharp corners are. Who knows what lies outside? Once I broke through, what I was new beginnings, new hope, new life. Yes, some more sharp corners but was able to face them. Such a meaningful story.
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.
When I was trying to walk away from a life of darkness and pain, I was told that even though the box has sharp corners we stay inside it because we know where those sharp corners are. Who knows what lies outside? Once I broke through, what I was new beginnings, new hope, new life. Yes, some more sharp corners but was able to face them. Such a meaningful story.
Yes, what a wonderful image. Those transparent prisons are so difficult. Thank you
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.