She shut off the water of the
hot, steamy shower she had taken, not only to cleanse her body, but to also aid
in ridding her soul, from layers of toxic threads that had slowly entrapped her.
In her hands she gathered her
blonde hair and began to squeeze from it what she could of the remaining water she had
immersed herself in.
She watched as the droplets that fell,
formed streams that traced her bare body, as Newton’s Law prevailed. She
imagined, willed, them to envelope, and carry with them, poisonous particles
that had pierced, and bound, her spirit from wounds both past and present.
She stepped from the calming
atmosphere she had luxuriated in, grabbed a thick, white, cotton, towel to wrap
her still dripping hair, and another to dry the shell that embodied her
essence.
As she filled her hands with
her trademark scented lotion, she carefully studied the symbols on her body of
broken chains. Symbols that had been permanently injected into her soft, ivory, skin. To her
they not only represented the opening of a locked door, but also the key to a
life yet to be explored.
The air was heavy with steam
as she cracked the door to allow a fresh breeze to fill her lungs. She removed
the saturated towel from her hair, shook her head, allowing her long, blonde,
tresses to fall to her waist, and cover much of her torso.
When the fog had been
carried away with the light breeze, she stepped to the mirror. She gazed at the
same face, partially covered with wefts of wavy, wet, hair, she had seen every day for decades, but this time noticed something different.
There was a glimmer, a
sparkle, in her auburn eyes, and a new sensation of inner growth, and within it she saw
her true self. Although fearful of what was
to come in much of her new life, she was certain, and committed, in other
areas.
She stood there, as bare as
her new-found existence, and felt the confines of the silken threads, in which
she had been bound, begin to dissolve. With that she sensed, and embraced, the
colorful wings she had always carried, but had never been allowed to fully
open, emerging.
Although fear’s talons still
gripped her, she felt a confidence never before felt, and realized within
herself she did have the capability to truly be happy.
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