The best was removed because of continuos or repeated ways of not treating the best part in the best possible way.
Filing my dreams…
She saw this as her arms tried to pull her free. They were so weak now, useless, only there to hang at her sides. The thick stems in the bush were not just tangled/ They were not just filled with large unforgiving thorns. They were full of strong sap.
She remembered her once strong legs. If her arms did not work anymore, then she would push so hard with her legs to free herself. Her toes dug in to her shoes. Her knees felt the weight as they groaned and complained. Her muscles were deflated. Her hips were pained.
A sob escaped as her body said no. Please stay here stuck in this thing. She did not want to wallow here in despair. She wanted to start over and walk around the trap on her path that held her tight.
If she got free, she would do better. She would be kinder, spend more time with family and friends. She would smile and laugh more. She promised to pray and worry less. She would do better than better. She would rebuild her best part, she would put up a fight. She would do her very best. Her very best in the best possible of ways.