The Gypsy Girl and the Knife

 

When you work in the family business you’re surrounded by tools of that trade. For the little Gypsy Girl one of those tools was the knife. The knife is a tool used to open things. This is just what the Gypsy Girl did on a daily bases. Over time one thing would become the sole object of her focus to open.

As time went by she started feeling more and more restricted by her prison. The walls which grew with her seemed to not grow fast enough. They restricted her. She couldn’t seem to break free. Not only did the prison restrict her soul, it concealed the Gypsy girl from the sight of the world. No one could see her true beauty. They couldn’t see the love she had to share. They couldn’t see her pain. Worst of all because of this prison they couldn’t even see that she was a girl.

                Not everything was bad about this prison. After all it had an amazing design that was very clever. It was able to grow as to not be too cramped. It didn’t look like a prison so no one would know she was a captive. It was mobile allowing her to see things even if she couldn’t really feel them.

                So she took the knife firmly in her grasp. She turned it on the prison trying to release her true self. The more she scratched at it the more frustrated she became. They could never understand why she did it. They didn’t realize the prison she was trapped so escape made no sense. They would tell her that they understood that she was trying to feel something. But all she wanted to do was escape.

                Finally she turned to the witches and their potions. Slowly the potions and spells started to transform the prison. People could start to see what she truly was and that she was a she. What many couldn’t see was the lock. It was cleverly hidden. Some knew it was there. A few seemed to take delight in reminding her of it. Perhaps they felt she should remain imprisoned.  Perhaps they were angry about their own prisons. Others who didn’t know about the lock she had to keep at a safe distance for fear they would punish her for trying to escape.

                So she fondles the knife wanting to scratch at the lock. Sometimes she comes close to prying it open herself. Instead she scratches at the remaining walls.

After all when trying to open a lock t is better to use a lock smith. But still patients wears thin.