Fear

What causes us to remain planted in cement unable to pound away the stone with the giant mallet in our hands. She told me once she couldn't leave him because he might do something stupid to himself or her children or her. Her life was trapped in fear. She seemed a vibrant girl hidden in the shadows of ridicule. He provided no water for this dying plant her growth was stunted years before.She talked emotionless like she played it back in her mind thousands of times. She had resigned herself to the fact that this was her future and only her death would bring relief.She never talked of it again. Only that one time. Any more and it constituted complete betrayal.I thought her to be a very pretty girl camouflaged in clothes of dark browns and greens.She seemed a flower looking to grow but denied access to the sun.Little vibrant sparks often shot out from her, but watched she was from her handler never letting the rope get too far. Her break came one day when she had enough courage to realize there was a way out without dying. It came in the way of hope.She knew better things were out there. She soon understood in slow painless awakenings that life was not like a boulder on your shoulders, and once she realized that he could hold her down no longer, she leapt and ran away from him as far as she could and his rope broke and no more could he stunt her growth and desire for feelings so long dead. And in doing this she broke from fear and found whom she really was once she became free.

She talked with no emotions, just fact