CAGED

(Original post 11/30/11)

She felt trapped. Deep inside her the beast raged and howled, demanding release; demanding to have its nature unfettered. Anyone looking into those peaceful eyes long enough would be able to see that pacing wolf in the depths of her spirit. She seemed a meek thing to the untrained eye. But there was such a deep resonating strength of will in her that it could never be denied. And yet she leashed and caged herself. She seemed to allow herself to be caught again and again and again, if only so she could rage against those iron bars of her own making. She wouldn't see the signs of the cage until too late; and turning to run, see the door slam shut, throwing her back into her prison. And so behind those pale, soft eyes, raged the wild woman within - pacing, waiting, inching toward that door. One day it will spring open and the wolf will run free again... but for how long?