Prisoner to Emotions

"Go away! Leave me alone!"

She huddled in the corner of her room, hugging her knees to her chest. With tears streaming down her face, she whispered, "Go!!! Please..."

The silence in the room was broken only by her gentle sobs. She was alone. No one knew what she was going through; no one heard her cries. Although they were silent, they were deep.

Huddled in the corner, all she wanted was to be free from the overwhelming feelings, to grab hold and take control...but it was all in vain. Once again, her feelings were in charge. All signs of the usual sanity and peacefulness ceased to exist. It was just her in the corner of the silent, dim room.

Her crying gradually died down and was reduced to sobs. Her face was a mess and her eyes were all red. Then it all stopped. She took in a slow, deep breath. And again...and again.

Standing up, she walked over to the mirror. Looking back at her reflection, she fixed her hair, wiped her tears, and tidied up her appearance. With one final glance, she walked towards her room door, opened it, and stepped out.

A stranger passed by in the hallway. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Then, she walked outside into the bright sunlight.

Right there in front of her was a familiar face. The next minute, she was embraced with a hug that provided comfort, safety and assurance...everything she needed at that moment. She felt safe. But how long would that assurance of safety remain?