Hedge...
A safe space of comfort and protection from the outside world.
A place to be yourself without judgement or fear, to be nurtured in a shelter of safety....or at least that's how it's suppose to be.
Hedge...
A suffocating space of fear and judgement once protecting, now strangling those trapped inside by it's branches.
Branches of words twisting and turning around those it was ment to protect, they deliver a message
You are worthless...You are bellow me...You can't escape me...
Hedge...
Those who look up to it only see roses... But even roses have thorns... those thorns are piercing those inside, they aren't safe, they aren't protected, and if they object they are...Executed.
©naarah
N