She had been caged far too long.
Bound by her sorrows and fears.
Secluded in the dim room with the old, creaky wooden floors.
Stale air that turned magical in the intruding beam of sun, dust motes dancing round her head.
The comforting hiss of the radiator in the corner, releasing heat to warm her bones.
Her sanctity, her security.
And one day she wanted more.
She opened the door cautiously and stepped into the world, bewildered and amazed.
Clean air filled her lungs, sun warmed her face, a kaleidoscope of colors and movement in her eyes.
She broke free, knowing any pain was worth the wonders surrounding her, and she lived.
~ Blood Stained Lips
By Tracey Koehler
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