Stuck in somewhere, somewhere on the elevator, you didn’t panic at first, you were sure it would work out fine. You hit the buttons but no it wasn’t moving, the arrows wouldn’t blink.
Perhaps this was pay back for being such a jack ass. You had kissed your best friend’s boyfriend in more ways than one and you had not been able to stop herself. Now the elevator seem to be saying to you. ” I cannot help myself, i cannot help you unless you help yourself”
You sank to the floor and tried to place a call but network would not permit. The elevator walls were closing in and you felt suffocated, you couldn’t breath and you start to panic. The only thought on your mind was how to tell the secret to your best friend and how she would react.
It seems like you were choking as you held your throat and tried to yelp but no, you couldn’t. You coughed and silently said to yourself,
“Okay, i’ll let it out, i’ll let it out.”
You said this in repetitions and did not notice your best friend crawled up beside you, holding your hands. The elevator seem to have miraculously opened and faces were staring down at you.
“Rosie, are you okay? what is it you want to let out?”
Acting Over * spins around and face audience on paper*
Have you ever been in that corner, that hidden and uncomfortable space where you get so choked up in the bile of what you kept on for too long?
You know you need to let out but somehow, you can’t. Perhaps your fear is that people may blame you for taking certain actions, or that people may tag you selfish or maybe they won’t really understand it was something you had to do that was beyond you.
Or you just like to be consumed by your own little space and enjoy the freedom of keeping things to yourself. Perhaps, the question is if keeping things to yourself, whether bad or good, is healthy?
I know about it being unhealthy in some ways, i mean it’s okay to keep things to yourself and cherish each moment to savor the freedom of secrecy but it is not okay to keep things to yourself every time. Things that can spoil the beauty of friendships like in Rosie’s, things that can kill you softly because you seem consumed by uncertainties. It is not easy letting go of one’s thoughts but it makes a whole lot of sense being in the right frame of mind, having nothing to hold back against yourself or anyone. Most importantly, having person(s) to share your moments with.
Speaking up releases the tension of bottling up something for so long. It puts us away from being stuck in somewhere.
What works best for you when you are stuck in somewhere?
In Response To Daily Prompt:Closet