The Prison of Life (And the Escape)

 

The urgency of it not only besieged me; but its intensity also took me by surprise. I wanted to let out a loud scream, to release the pressure inside, but the scream jammed mid-throat. I surely needed to call out for help.

It was something that I needed to do, one thing I eagerly wanted to be, something that I had waited for since birth – and it was time, a ‘now or never’.


I could no longer continue to live the same way. I needed a break, if life was to have even a semblance of meaning – yet it was a break that neither any man nor the whole world could give.


My eyes shifted to the handcuffs – cold as ice, slowly eating into the wrist-bones of my soul and spirit. Drops of sweat covered my palms, and my brow was no different.

I then looked at my legs –  the leg irons were still in place, ironically shining and determined, evidence of what I had been all these years. Oh how I detested the shackles!


“Oh God I want out!” I eventually managed to send out a cry that…