The little girl sat with her arms around her knees, stuck in the same rut for year now. When was the last time she last tasted the freedom that she longed for? Her shackles bound her to the ground, the chains clinking with every movement she made, reminding her of her identity, her namelessness, her worthlessness. She was stuck between four brick walls, red rudimentary bricks piling up towards the sky until all that was left was the little opening at the top, showing the clear blue sky that was above her. Sometimes she hated the way the walls were not able to block away the sky as well, giving her the sense of longing, giving her a false hope that someday maybe she will be able to soar in the skies herself. Sometimes she was grateful for that tiny opening that was there, the only way to keep her from the darkness and stay sane, the hopes of something in the future, a future full of promises and possibilities.
How did the wall come to be you ask? The girl just shakes her head sadly, deflated like that balloon from last christmas, once full of confidence of staying in the sky after being let go off, until eventually it let out the air that kept it high in the sky. She knows who built the wall, who wouldn’t know their own masterpiece? Brick by brick she placed them over and over again on each other, not knowing that this will soon result in her bitter imprisonment. She places them carefully, as if fearing to be hurt again by the rough edges of that stone-red brick. She stays focused on the task, to protect herself from the outside world, to keep out those who want to hurt her.
One after another, the bricks stacked together to become a invincible fort.