Caterpillaring through life, having tunnel vision, unable
to see the big picture because of being too accustomed to
seeing life the way she sees it.
To her vision all is normal, nothing out of the ordinary
to jar her from her station in life, until another person
stands with her.
Giving her the courage to stand up for herself against an
abusive husband, leading her through a divorce and onto
freedom.
At the end of this road, she stands there with six children,
an empty tattered heart, emotions ruling her throughout the
years.
Not having the wherewithal to separate herself from them
and step forward into future realms of self-satisfaction,
holding within herself, a recognition of all she can be.
Hesitating just short of her innate talent of writing and
her goals, frozen in a block of ice, not able to break
free completely, as her mind expands with literature that
she's fearful to express.
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