Sunset

In a world where pleasure starts with pain Mrs G has lived a life extraordinaire. Grown up in a village on a river in a remote countryside being part of a family of seven Mrs G's childhood was torn apart by the Second World war raging from 1939 to 1945.
Most of the big cities in the Western world have seen damages not only to their exterior but also to their livelihoods and souls.
Lives were ruined but hopes had been high for a new beginning. Rebuilding villages, towns, cities and even nations had become the primary task for the population left consisting of women, children and a few men who had survived the atrocities of war.

The river with numerous fishing boats seeking trade not only under but also above water kept the village Mrs G calls her home alive.
Small wooden boats with their hooks, anchors, nets and oars providing food from the nearby plants are keeping the population afloat.
The years go by forming a more quiet and regulated life for the villagers returning to normal life building businesses and homes for everyone.

During a summer where the heat was hot and life was gay Mrs G marries her primary school sweetheart. Church bells rang, time was high and flowers were plenty Mrs G had followed as so many in her community the only way life dictated. Marriage and sole devotion to the man of her destiny marked a summer that changed her life forever.

Her childhood sweetheart, a hard working bricks and mortar labourer building houses for the villages has become the centre of her life. Years went by leaving her at home caring for her children and husband, a universe to small to escape.
Summers spring and fall into winters where darkness was dominated most of the days. Engulfed by daily tasks hours are running through Mrs G's fingers gravitating towards the centre of her universe more and more almost merging but loosing her being.

Mrs G has created her golden cage housing she never thought being an option.
Nurtured, fed and kept alive by her childhood sweetheart Mrs G is looking for an identity she has lost becoming a slave only serving an institution society has put upon her. Escape seems impossible but the more necessary.
All directions are hers to choose from;

North
South
West
East

The sun goes up and down
paper days need to mark the occasion.

Past activities go by her third eye spotting light in the darkness. She turns around in a moment she did not plan for, a moment that brightens her life looking at a table its treasures almost forgotten.
Mrs G lifts the top to discover the past, the good old times staring at her waiting to be picked up again.
Pleasurable activities she seemed lost but had come to life delivering the space Mrs G was looking for. Universal space everyone occupied but her, although nobody ever took it away, her space.

Gleeful and happy Mrs G started over, a place where she found her long lost happiness without compromising the life she was living in a golden cage that was loosing its colour more and more, day by day.

The days become shorter with the sun setting earlier, a sign that winter was approaching fast with a societal highlight finding worldwide celebrations each year in December.

Preparations needed to be perfect for a husband and children demanding all her time being the centre of the universe she was living. Every time Mrs G put herself aside to deliver the perfect day organized like clockwork to please others but herself.
It seemed like a burden with pleasures almost bordering sadistic tortures.

Mrs G escapism led to the dramatic events in her life, her knitting and crocheting pleasures mounting into everlasting scares she tried to avaoid but could not prevent from happening. Every stich gave her pleasures away from the pain she crested by exactly doing so.

Finally reaching the fall of her own life Mrs G has to experience a situation she thought she could avoid. Her childhood sweetheart, long life torturer or saviour.
Not knowing that it has been her action or just reaction that has lead to the life she was living.

Severe illness came upon the couple who seemed to be perfect in union.
Mrs G had to fight the final battle exhausting every living cell of her being trying to conquer the life she lived for so long reaching for the shores of freedom.

Freedom she never experienced but knew exited in a world outside her golden cage that slowly disappeared although it never existed, her own worlds creation.
The outside world did not give a damn to say the least not asking or her name to be mentioned didn't even know she existed. Mrs G created all her life a mental framework nobody knew about nor wanted to know.
Finally she realized that she was the creator of her life and no one else. Only Mrs G created the world she thought is possible being a prisoner to her own thought, a construct she fell for, victimizing her own self.

Mrs G gently removes the tears around her weary eyes re-adjusting her glasses. Looking at her husbands big swollen eyes Mrs G caringly smoothens the white linen which clothes his death bed both knowingly waiting for the last breath to be taken.

Early afternoon a life was taken and a new has been born. Mrs G. sadly acknowledges the freedom she feels while the chains of her burden had fallen away.

Freedom that always has been with her.

Within the battle still looms and needs to be fought, a battle only Mrs G can fight.

Mrs G's future is able to give birth to a new thought,
a change within,
without she won't escape her golden cage.