Looking up through the covering,
she saw that cracks were starting to form
in the hedge of impossibility that hung overhead.
A hedge spoken into existence by those who knew no better than what they’d been taught.
Trusted voices breathing out smoke although they lacked fire.
Voices that clouded her judgement with their best intentions to shed light.
Still, her soul was stirring, even while crouching down to fit in.
Having been placed within confines that hadn’t earned the right to hold her so tightly.
Her inward strength was beginning to stand up.
Backbone, pushing past boundaries of thought until it ripped through those grim ceilings.
Ceilings built with doubt,
fortified with failed attempts at trying,
were now crumbling.