Trapped

TRAPPED I run through life wounded with a steel trap ensnared onto my foot restricting my life’s essence. Day in and out I’m never able to shake it off, in relentless movements so no new pain touches me. I fight for sustenance; I fight to inhabit this life damaged and wearied, from taking life’s persecutions. The torment of my afflictions you cannot see. I hold close that God is always watching and will pull me from the muddied roads I run. He hears my tormented cries; he feels my tortured spirit; he sees I can’t stop this path I’m on. You say I’m not getting free but the running is critical to me, I’ll run as long as I can, let me be free from what haunts me, it’s not something you'll ever comprehend. You say the war is over but the hurt remains. I keep a mask on in good times and bad. They think that my life doesn’t count but God sees the merit of my existence. Every day, it’s my struggle; no one can imagine the heartbreak, as the sorrow cuts my soul as deeply as the rapt foot, it won’t come off it’s always mine alone. I’m still fighting, as the battle rages on in my mind, if you haven't experienced this anguish, you can run with me or without me. I've accepted the aloneness in this fight. This trap keeps me from fending off life’s predators. I’m a solitary being with a broken spirit. My desperate expression is evidence enough. I know God watches this burden I carry. I pray when my time is up he gives me warning so I remain still as I’m risen up out of this hell. My Angels in Heaven see me; so I’m okay to die this way; it’s not for you to say. I’m done defending this. I pray for you without any prayers in return.