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Rebecca Willimans a talented friend of mine wrote the following about this piece. I think it well captures the mood.
Why Can't I?
She sat on the edge of her bed, as the evening chill made her shoulders tense and her breaths come in short hard gasps. Her face was wet from the tears cried for some time now. Her hands clenched the bed covers on either side of her as she tried desperately to figure out what to do. In her mind were the bitter thoughts of a young lady who's father didn't see things her way. She wondered why it seemed he never would let her be with her friends. It made no sense to her. She thought it should be so simple for her father to see. Yet, here she sat, again, forbidden to leave the house.
"Why can't I", she almost screamed in her mind. And suddenly the answer formed. She would show him, she would leave and never return. She would run-away. Yes, that would make him see the mistake of his stupid rules.
Gathering her most prized possessions, she packed a small bag and waited. When she was sure everyone in the house was sleeping soundly, she opened the window of her room. The cool air of the night flushed her determined face. She knew it was now or never. Nothing else would work.
Almost to the street, she turned to look at the dark house. Feeling some fear of the unknown, the thought of going back did flash amongst her racing thoughts. No, she had made a choice to leave and that she would do. She had learned her stubborn ways well from her father. It was all his fault. She was sure. At least, she was sure tonight, as she walked towards her best friend's house.
-Rebecca Williams
Why Can't I?
She sat on the edge of her bed, as the evening chill made her shoulders tense and her breaths come in short hard gasps. Her face was wet from the tears cried for some time now. Her hands clenched the bed covers on either side of her as she tried desperately to figure out what to do. In her mind were the bitter thoughts of a young lady who's father didn't see things her way. She wondered why it seemed he never would let her be with her friends. It made no sense to her. She thought it should be so simple for her father to see. Yet, here she sat, again, forbidden to leave the house.
"Why can't I", she almost screamed in her mind. And suddenly the answer formed. She would show him, she would leave and never return. She would run-away. Yes, that would make him see the mistake of his stupid rules.
Gathering her most prized possessions, she packed a small bag and waited. When she was sure everyone in the house was sleeping soundly, she opened the window of her room. The cool air of the night flushed her determined face. She knew it was now or never. Nothing else would work.
Almost to the street, she turned to look at the dark house. Feeling some fear of the unknown, the thought of going back did flash amongst her racing thoughts. No, she had made a choice to leave and that she would do. She had learned her stubborn ways well from her father. It was all his fault. She was sure. At least, she was sure tonight, as she walked towards her best friend's house.
-Rebecca Williams
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peacepiano
Beautiful tension. The piano seems light and sweet but there is a powerful anger brewing. And the strings and percussion are well placed to complement the piano. Well Done! Thanks for sharing this.