The Hidden

The lessons began long ago

The setting of beliefs into concrete moulds

Some were set around the heart

Some around the feet

Some around the hands

Little pins were stuck into the tongue, sticking painfully if one dared speak

Despite these obstructions

The Victim attended their work and the tasks they were set, with diligence and good and pure intent

They did their best despite their limitations

In fact they took great care

The animals received extra attention

They were careful not to harm them with the concrete moulds they carried everywhere

The Perpetrators who had secured their Victim, checked them regularly, they wanted to protect their asset.

Working with the shackles was tedious, painful and difficult for the Victim

But they hummed gently to themselves and to those around them- they were perceived as gentle and soft and easy to enslave.

The Perpetrators secretly appreciated their asset but would never admit it

The Victim did not fight or defend themselves at first…they couldn’t.

They did not have the strength at the time.

Their shackles were applied when they were young, defenceless and innocent.

They did not know better.

Over time, the Perpetrators grew lazy.

They relied upon the shackles that were already in place, feeling confident that they were secure.

But beneath the shackles, the Victim was growing strong and powerful.

But neither the Victim nor the Perpetrators noticed the hidden power that was growing, right beneath their noses.

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