Caught

The sun may hide, but she no longer has this luxury. She pulls herself up, muscles trembling. The rocky cliff has left her fingers raw. Below roar the billowing waves, each rise a memory, each fall a forgotten hurt. She leaves them behind, as she promised herself, she would. At last, she spreads her tired arms, her wish reaching for the blind skies above. The sky remains closed, as her shackles tear her down.