The dappled path grew arms of shade to shackle her so that her legs refused to move.
Earth’s gravity cranked itself up and higher.
It needn’t be so hard, and yet each cell in her begged an excuse.
She couldn’t.
She had to.
She shouldn’t.
She must.
She wouldn’t.
She better.
Or else.
The tree-lined corridor – so outwardly calm, so beautifully straightforward – was but a hall of mirrors.
An amplifier of her agony.
For who would see it and believe her, when none had yet, and perhaps no one ever would?
The careful greenery imposed a form of blindness on others.
A willingness to only selectively see.
Appearances, she already knew, could become everything.
It made the manicured life into a wall beyond which no one saw. Or wouldn’t.
Leaving her to take.
Again.
As in every day.
The longest walk.
Home.
And its unspoken of.
Relentless,
Tortures.
For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Dedicated to all who live behind the veils of appearances and are kept hidden in plain sight under a mirage of perceived privilege. Abuse knows no socioeconomic boundaries. Torment knows no race, no age, no god, no faith, no intellect, no education, no level of income. May you be heard. May you find a way to be safe.
Na'ama Yehuda 
Beautifully heartbreaking and poignant. Thank you, Na’ama. 💚✨💚
Adele Ryan McDowell, Ph.D.
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Thank you, Adele. xoxo
Thank YOU!!
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I felt her pain. My legs grew heavy for her. This was agonizing – signs of a brilliant write, my friend.
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And signs of an empathic, heart-filled reader. Thank YOU, my friend. For reading. For commenting. For being who you are. xx
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Whatchu trying to do to me this evening? You are the best! This was truly heartfelt. xoxo
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XOXO
Me? Trying to do something to someone? ME??? 😉
Seriously, though, thank you. I mean it.
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Uh huh. As did I.
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This is so outstanding, I lack the words. I’m moved and saddened, and admire your skill with words.
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Thank you. Thank you. Thank you … and I wish these were all fictional words, and did not represent reality for so many. I’m grateful that the words communicated.
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Moved most deeply by this, especially by your endnote
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Thank you, my friend. Too true for too many, alas. Gratified it resonated.
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