I spent my days drifting between pools of dappled lighting, tentatively stepping between a mellifluous twilight and a stagnant, opaque darkness. I began to fuse, with arched pain, into my surroundings. It was an enforced union, my body raped and violated, my freedom squashed until it expired. I dared not dream, let alone encourage the word ‘____‘ to crawl through my mind. But one day I got bold. I’d seen that obscure orb float across the snatches of light blue for years. Yesterday I bent my neck and stuck out my head. It hurt. But I’d found the ‘space’…to grow.
Victoria O, Copyrighted