Prison Of Another's Choosing

Despair layered on top of itself for years, a grief now hidden behind laughter and a sweet disposition from child- hood. Reaching out, never grasping her future with an innate talent and gifts, a mind rich in ideas with no way to let them out for fear of both failure and success. A double-edged sword to her fragile being, holding her hostage within, not realizing it's herself that's crushing her own spirit and self-worth now. Wanting to give her a hug, but she will not allow it, yet knowing she's in the same place that others are in, afraid to touch or feel all the pain of a lifetime. Is there any help for any of these women, or will they all remain in a prison of another's choosing to the ends of their lives on earth?