I guess I still don’t really know how to begin this...so I’ll start with the truth.
Though the truth is so hard to find nowadays, isn’t it? People are locked behind doors to cages with huge padlocks on them.
And we prefer it that way, don’t we?
I know I do. I would rather stay locked up safely in my own prison absorbed in my own wounds than go out and possibly be wounded worse.
And who can blame me?
But I’m also locking myself away from the happy and the good things too.
But how to do we break those padlocks, open those doors, spread our wings and fly away from our prisons?
We face them.
We look at what we’ve been hiding from, locked behind those padlocks. We look at what caused the wound we protect so fiercely.
And we face it, whatever it may be.
We face it and we somehow come to peace with it...something i’ve yet to figure out how to do.
Because I too am locked behind many doors with many, many padlocks on them. Doors I haven’t had the courage to face. Doors i’d honestly rather leave untouched until the day I die.
But I can’t.
Because if I do, I’ll never be able to experience what lies beyond them.
I’ll always be locked up in the same old cages with the same old padlocks and the same old wounds.
And that is the truth.
So for the next few issues I will be...coming to terms...with my cages.
Join me if you please and maybe we can all be set free.
©️Madison B Barrett
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