She was saintly in all that she did. A wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister. Her roles were etched out for her even before she was born and she played them well.
Always the yes girl, she behaved exactly as she should. Never complaining that her load was too great to bare.
No one ever asking, if she was alright. They just assumed she was, with all her saintly ways.
However, she was full of fire inside. A hunger for a life only she could imagine. A thirst that could never be quenched.
She longed to sink her bare feet into the sand and watch the waves roll upon her. She craved a life she would never have.
She ached to ride wild horses, barebacked and bare-chested. She lusted after the moon and all his beautiful brightness.
She sought a world where she could be free of all her tedious masks. For in her soul she was anything but saintly.