True post, inspired by this Quote ~ “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” – Anais Nin
As a young woman, a clairvoyant once told me she saw me as a tree kept in a greenhouse. She said one day my branches would break the glass and I’d be free, to grow and bloom.
Men have always been drawn to me. Never a time when they weren’t. Then, they’d box me up and throw a ribbon around the confines. This was partly my own fault as I allowed it to happen.
Tapping on the Glass
My branches really did start tapping on the glass. I cracked a pane or two. But he would simply apply a new sleeve of glass or tape the shreds together in an attempt to mend the cracks.
The pain inside grew and fed my bough. Eventually, doubled over in the small space I could bear it no longer and smashed the greenhouse completely.
Reality is Present
Just home from work, heart pounding, I go up to my daughters room. She hasn’t been there for months. Studying at University. There is no need for me to remain. I grab a small case from the wardrobe. I packed it weeks ago. Just waiting till it was my time. Until I was willing to risk again.
Returning downstairs I walk into the sitting room knowing where he will be sitting.
“I am Leaving.” I swallow back the saliva that has gathered in my mouth and lick my dry lips.
He smiles. I can tell he doesn’t believe it.
I walk out to the car, fire up the engine and I’m gone.
Breaking out the greenhouse left scars. Glass. It’s bound to happen. But as time went on a new life emerged. My roots were allowed to spread and grow.
Everything blossomed. Love, sex, work, life.
Sometimes you need to risk before you can grow…
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