Free

It was a dark night. She stood at the tower window hands pressed up against the icy panes of glass. She stood poised watching...watching the clear orbs of water cascading from the heavens. Her fingers brushed the invisible bars of captivity the bars of her cage. She could stretch and reach as far as she could attempting to embrace the feeling that everyone else was allowed. Why should soley she be rejected this feeling. She longed for it, to simply be allowed the one grace of being...Free. But no she was locked away in the tower in her personal cage of fear...reluctance...regret. Her fingers slid down the glass in desperation for only one fresh breath of air. That would be all she would need to survive another five years of captivity. Her longing turned to sorrow her sorrow into anger. Filled with rage she paced around the chamber. Until suddenly her eyes fell apon her saving grace. Rushing over she picked up the vase from the pedestal. Then with all her might she thrust it through the window. A loud shatter erupted as the glass broke into a million pieces and scattered across the floor. The curtains billowed as the strong stormy gusts of wind penatrated her cage. She raced forwards towards the now opened window. Despretly craving freedom. She quickly sprung forwards her fingers agitatedly grasping the window sill. She pushed her self through the window. Suspending her upper body as if she was the figure head of a ship. She inhaled deeply taking in deep breaths of fresh air. She could feel the cool air racing through out her lungs as she breathed. The rain poured over her soaking her to the skin. Her hair lay damp, flat, pressed up against her neck and face. She slowly loosed her grasp on the sill one finger slipping at a time. The rain was cold and refreshing as it rushed over her body. She raised her face allowing the tiny dropplets to run down her skin. She rose her hands to the storm towards the dark clouds overhead. The icy water ran down her bare arms as she stood open to the storms embrace. A long required peace washed over her then. She was showered in grace covering and erasing all of the horrible memories of the past five years. Is this what joy feels like?...or perhaps this is the feeling of true love and forgivness...or maybe, just maybe this is how it feels to have the bars of captivity broken in front of your very eyes...maybe this is how it feels to finally be FREE.
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