The Cell

I can see Her through the window. She is just how I remember Her being. She is small and innocent and sweet. Why did You lock Her up? Why won’t You let Her out?

Her hands are reaching through the bars and there are tears running down Her face. I can’t reach Her, the window is too small. Please let Her out, why won’t You let Her out?

I look away for a split second and when I look back She is closer. Her cell is closer to the window. I still can’t reach Her. Where is the key? I can’t find the key and I desperately want to let Her out. She is screaming at the top of Her lungs, “HELP,HELP,HELP!” Don’t you hear Her? She is small and innocent and sweet.

NO!! Please don’t silence Her. I see You through the window now too. You unlock the cell door. I think You are letting Her out. Instead You slip in with Her. I see You beating Her down, Your breaking Her spirit. I can’t watch any longer. Tears are running down my face and yet I am unable to turn away from the scene through the window. Please, Please STOP! Why won’t You let Her go?

I need to find the key. I walk away from the window and I search for the key. I check everywhere, I’m getting desperate and still I am unable to find the key. I beg You, “Please, Please let me have the key.” You wont listen to me. I see and hear You laughing. This is all a big game to You, isn’t it? Why won’t You let Her go?

I look back through the window. The scene that lies before me is almost more than I can take. She is lying on the ground. She is reaching up to me, pleading for help with Her eyes. I reach through the window and stretch as far as I can. Our fingers briefly touch, a split second of hope. The cell starts moving; it’s being pulled away from me. “NO!!” I scream. I can hear her screaming too. “NO, Help Me!!” I hear Her and I can do nothing. Why won’t You let Her go?

Her voice is getting quieter. Her cell is moving farther and farther away from me. She is almost gone; Her cell is just a speck in the distance. As She winks out of existence my heart breaks. I look at You and think, “How could You do this?” Then I notice the tears running down Your face. I hold out my arms and You fall into my embrace. Your body shakes with Your sobs. I then realize that Her existence has not winked out but that the two of You have merged into an adult. As my heart breaks for the girl that was, my heart also rejoices at the woman that is.