Pero Slobode

  It felt tight inside her. There, in her chest. She felt constrained, imprisoned, yet she longed for freedom. She wanted to live — to play, to laugh out loud, and to shine alongside other Souls. She persistently tried to persuade her host to withdraw the artillery from a battlefield that no longer existed. To wake her from the childish dream in which she had remained trapped. “It’s safe!” she shouted. But there was no response. The host was a strict woman of gentle nature. Kind to everyone — except herself. She had locked the doors of her heart three times, just in case, so it wouldn’t happen again. She knew who lived behind those doors and desperately wanted to protect that being. She felt her inner call, her need and potential yearning to enter the world — but she didn’t dare. Afraid that the environment would tear her apart if it saw her, the woman directed all her strength toward her safety. “I know you’re not happy. I can feel you,” she would say. “But you’re safe...

Bilo joj je tesno. Tu, u njenim grudima.  Osećala se sputano, a vapila je za slobodom. Želela je da živi, da se igra, da se glasno smeje i sija sa drugim Dušama. Uporno je pokušavala da umilostivi svoju domaćicu da povuče artiljeriju sa fronta koji odavno ne postoji. Da je probudi iz dečijeg sna u kom je ostala zaglavljena. “Bezbedno je!”- vikala je. Ali odgovora nije bilo. Domaćica je bila stroga žena pitome naravi. Prema svima je bila blaga, osim prema sebi.  Vrata svoga srca je tri puta zaključala, za svaki slučaj, da se ne ponovi. Znala je ko se iza njih nalazi i silno je želela da to biće zaštiti.  Osećala je njen unutrašnji zov, potrebu i potencijal koji je želeo u svet, ali se nije usuđivala. Preplašena da će je okruženje rastrgnuti ako je ugleda, žena je svu svoju snagu usmerila ka njenoj sigurnosti.  “Znam da nisi srećna. Osećam te.” - govorila je. “Ali tu si bezbedna. Tu te niko ne može povrediti. Ja te čuvam.” “Ja?” - pitala se Duša. “Ko je to “Ja” koje me...