It’s all right there….directly in front of her; she needs only to reach out and take it. Everything she could have possibly imagined is within reach if she could only grab hold without letting it slip away.
Every aspiration, every whim, every desire…
Yet, why are her arms hanging lifeless by her sides, while her body urges them to take action?
Why is this feud roiling inside of her mind like a starved animal while her countenance bears not a single deflection?
What has become of this once eager and wholesome individual – Whose fire once burned with a brilliance that surpassed those of its predecessors?
A passion that all but radiated from every orifice of her wellbeing, and a determination that held council amongst the most powerful of dictators?
It’s there… buried deep beneath her faćade of self loathing where it lies hidden among the turmoil and grief. It’s there…beyond the incredulous criticism of her mind, and the cornucopia of strangled thoughts that threaten to control her sanity.
It’s still there…pulsing feebly behind her jaded spirit…
She knows what it is she must overcome in her struggle for emancipation. She knows what it is she must endure before reaping the fruits of her labor. She knows what sacrifices she must concede to, in order for the realization of her amendments to become reality.
Yet even with this knowledge, this certainty, this proclamation….she lacks the willpower and the drive to carry forth. It has been thrust aside and forgotten like a washed out dream. Not entirely abandoned, but enough so to be led astray into the uncertain present.
The day of retribution draws nigh…
No longer will she stake a claim in the logistics that her life now leads. No longer will she cater to the demon that poisons the ambitions of her childhood. No longer will she allow herself to play the victim of her own self infliction.
Slowly…one miniscule movement after another, she stretches her arms high above her, and dives into the maelstrom…
To Be Continued…
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