Hostaged!

        No one gets a chance to choose their family.  The family—chooses them. Sometimes, it works out wonderfully, but sometimes, individuals find themselves in situations that have no resemblance of “family”—enveloped and embraced with love, but are in fact, more like a tapestry woven with threads of malice, deceit, hate,  and jealousy and the more one tries to break the strands that holds it altogether, the tighter the strand becomes, more elastic than ever, constantly rubber-banding one back to the abyss where light is so fused with darkness that one may never understand—true light.

            How does one break-away from the ties that bind, so tightly that breathing is made so difficult that an inhaler is needed to ease the tightness and give room for pure air, not yet contaminated by the environment that one has not chosen, but yet must survive in order to find their rightful place—a place left untainted by the views and choices of others made for them, but will sustain them if found before the elasticated ties strangle and defeat for all eternity?   We acquiesce and conform until we are no longer bound by the strictures that keep us in the environment forced upon us.  We wait for opportunity to escape and find the means to cut through the elasticity—sometimes knowing that once the break is made there is no turning back—to those things that would keep us in a holding pattern, never able to land and complete our appointed destiny on the path—another path, chosen not by our families, but by our Creator, the Only One who truly is capable of loving us and keeping us from being defeated by—our beginnings in which, we had no choice.