Saturday, April 4, 2015

RL Ames Week 144: Free to Soar

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RL Ames’s Picture Choice: One

Title: Free to Soar

He gazes down at her sleeping form, her shoulders lifting and falling slightly with each breath. He wants to reach out and touch her, stroke her hair, but he’s afraid of waking her. Her dark hair splays out across her pillow, and he thinks, not for the first time, about how small she seems next to him.

She sighs a deep shuddering sigh in her sleep, and his heart clenches a little. He wonders if she’s dreaming, and if her dreams are peaceful. Or are they an extension of her life: tormented, troubled? He hopes with every fiber of his being that she finds peace in her dreams. The peace that seems to evade her so skillfully in her waking moments.

It’s like she’s a bird. small, easily frightened, never quite able to sit still.

He’s tried his best to be her safe haven; a place where she can weather the storms life throws at her. And in moments like this--when she seems so at peace--he thinks he just may be succeeding. But then she’ll awaken, and that same haunted look will return to her eyes, and his heart will sink because he’ll know that he’s failing her.

Because the truth is, no matter how hard he tries, no matter how hard he works to convince her that her cage door is open and she’s free to fly away and be free whenever she wants, she’s too terrified to let herself soar. She’s shackled by her own fear, and he cannot find the key.


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  1. Wonderful use analogy. I have felt and wished to be a bird.

  2. Love this. This is so true of many of us.