Right Here
The chains weren’t so easy to break. And for whatever reason she was starting to get used to them being there. She had spent so much time coming to terms with the fact that maybe freedom just wasn’t for her, that she had lost all hope that there could be another way. She had her moments of course. But fleeting, they were. She found herself living just for those moments, and anxiously anticipating the arrival of the next one. Sometimes they were so far and few in between that it would become more than she could handle. Holding her breath just became a part of her routine, but she was beginning to forget what she was holding it for.
When she didn’t feel like fighting to remember, she uncrossed her arms just long enough to let the dark creep in again. Her arms were anything but outstretched; but were instead pulled tightly behind her back. She felt there was nothing worth holding onto, so instead of exhausting herself to find a refuge, she found her place with her hands tied behind her back. For this moment, she was agreeing with the darkness. For this moment, it attracted a part of her that she was willing to compromise. Nobody needed to find her there, and she tired of trying to make herself believe that somebody would come along and change that. There was no need to waste her tears on something that maybe just wasn’t for her. Her prayers for deliverance were no more; for she feared that she would just be delivered into a new set of chains inside of a different darkness with a different name.
