Reaching for air and can't get it. Just below the surface, she struggles, wishing to be seen and wishing to remain unseen. A constant battle of the wills. Of her own will and desires. She fights to break free of the a shield of her own design. So long ago it was created. The shine long gone, etched with war and marred with scars, the shield kept her safe when she couldn't. But what once was protection has become a prison, suffocating her. Gasping and fighting for freedom, she flings the shield away. She is bombarded with the feelings she never let herself feel. And she is free. At last.
|
Loading...