Her entire life, until now, had been padded and sheltered a lot more than even she was aware of.
She had it all going for her, yet only the people far, far away could see that. She never knew what she was risking, she never noticed who she was losing. No one warned her, she now tells, no one tried to wake her out of the trance. Not even her closest friend, he who knew all her secrets, he who had the ability to see through her and bore the gift to change about her what no one else could, never, not even, once mentioned to her that the light she was walking towards, that light at the end of the tunnel in which she was caught, was only an approaching train.
And now here she lies all bruised and broken, crashed and left for the worms that feed on the helpless.
Why can’t some one get her out of here, why can’t any one save her from this earthen confinement? And what is this little thing in which she lies, she wonders in panic. It looks nothing like her bed, no. The big beautiful wooden bed where she spent so many teary eyed nights, hugging onto her soft pillow, pulling onto her covers. The bed in which she would run to seek solace and safety from the people and the world she believed despised her.
“Why would one push away the people that care so much about her? How, oh how, can we not see the love we receive, the affection we are bestowed upon by the people in and out of our lives,” her speechless voice wonders.
Instead we cry and complain. We blame them for what they do not give. We demand of them what they cannot offer. We want more, we want nothing at all. We seek for the impossible, we reach out to those things that can only hurt us- because that’s what we lack-being hurt, true pain. In the end we are, like in a JK Rowling story, chasing after wizards and witches that live only in our self tortured minds. And finally we learn the truth; that we are all by ourselves. Not even stray cats would want to live with us, because we do not live are any more. We have no home.
Only the red earth can shelter us. Only a wooden box can hold our fragile bodies together, and that’s only for a moment.