Family Rope

I feel the invisible rope being pulled again my mind screams stop, my insides ache for the pain of the rope I can now feel the pressure on my insides as they resist a scared dazed feeling a hand reaching out through a hazy fog trying to reach me as I reach the hand the rope becomes tighter for a time then as the hand reaching down engulfing mine I feel the rope slacken a bit now I feel big scared eyes looking at the hand wondering how to slacken the rope just enough til the right moment the feeling of the the hand lifting me over the mountain and then begins teaching me how to climb the mountain using new tools that do not
include the rope just the moment I try a new tool I feel the rope again trying to tighten wanting me to trust in the faith of the tightness of the raw rope I reach out with the new tool and find
a pathway I take a few swings and I am climbing feeling freeer than I have ever felt in my life the new tool was a soul who listens to a screaming tortured child who can only whisper a scream
then I panic the rope became so tight I forget how to use the new tool and fall down but this new teacher reminds that I know how to use the tool and gives me courage to try again and again until I can reach the top of this mountain teaching me for the climb that one day I will make alone but until the rope is severed the lessons will continue to teach me how to balance what I know with what I have been
told therefore releasing the rope and its grip forever.

Lady Sil