threads thick as wire tug at my limbs and compel them to move, my soul is fighting against the chains and i force it still. the repetitive life i am told i must live, selling my life away in order to gain... life? i see my mothers eyes fill with pride as mine fill with wonderings, about a life that is different. i see my hands in the dirt and baskets full of the product of real labour. i see light pouring through wide windows, that reveal only mountains and trees and true beauty. i see a child in my arms, making soft little nothings in my ear that mean absolutely everything. i see his smile, his hand grasping mine, the love in his eyes and him rubbing his nose against our little one. i see my family, unused to a life like this, marvelling at what he and i have dreamt and built together. i see life.
for now, i calm the being in me that is straining against the wires and chains, telling her, 'hush, it will come some day.' i lay out my dream in front of me, watching it with a heart full of joy and excitement.
it will come some day.
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