Let Me Break

A Story by sandra

Everyone meant well when they held out their safety nets for her.

They meant no harm with their theories and solutions.

She was a textbook case. That's what they said.

Here's a pillow and a cure.

Here is security.

Here is maturity.

Here, see you,

all grown up.

But they wanted it all from her.

All the unspoken things.

All of the things that made her special.

All the hurt that kept her alive.

Death sentences for the one who dances were passed.

They wanted her story ended. They wanted HER ended.

"Just jump", they said, trying to seduce her with the freedom of normalcy.

Truth tried to catch her with a butterfly net.

But it was flimsy.

They could never understand.

There were too many secrets in her heart for it to keep beating without them. There were to many broken pieces on the floor that she needed to step on.

It was the pain that could provide her her tragedy.

They told her to put her puzzle together when all she wanted was to never figure it out.

She tried performing some of their tricks.

She prayed without passion.

She loved the walk instead of the ride.

She kept her sighs in. And her cries. And her torture stayed hidden. And her body slept.

But, she couldn't stay there, in Kansas, when she wanted Oz. So she found her ruby slippers and clicked herself gone.

Life was exhausting when there was nothing to lose. How could she solve anything if solving it would make her simple.

No secrets to savor.

No broken pieces to fix.

No puzzle to figure out.

No loud noises in her head.

Only she...

only she would be left.

© 2020 sandra

Author's Note

This isn't exactly a story. It's not a poem either. I didn't know what to pick.

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Unforgiven II

I like your style...

They tried to "fix" me too, but... they failed. They always do.

Thank you for sharing your one of a kind work. I hope to see more.