Shackles
“I am my own worst enemy. This, more than any other trait, proves my fundamental humanity.” Dean Koontz
I know there is something bright above me
I can feel its brilliance
I want to rise above this earth to join it
I can lift a few inches, but something is holding me back
I try to break free
I realize
I am not just being held
I am being grasped, tied, and violently restrained to the point that
I am sinking into the dirt and the mud that surrounds me until all
I see is black
I feel my mouth and nostrils fill with muck
I threaten to suffocate
I desperately wish for light, for air and - there it is. Such Joy!
I am again rising to the light. Why would
I want anything else? But,
I can only lift a few inches. Something is holding me back.
Copyright © Robert Sidwell | Year Posted 2024
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