Trapped
Inside my body,
I have to stay
And live this life,
As day repeats day.
Like a cage
I’m barred in tight
And struggle so hard,
My knuckles turn white
The walls stand high
The bars hold firm
Sentenced to life
No bail, nor term
Pressure climbs up
Time slowly slips
My mind is not growing
Just my thighs and my hips
Their demands are too great,
Impossible to master,
If I’m full grown,
Result of disaster
Just inches above water,
Struggling to survive
Drowning in sadness
I fight to stay alive
No more weight,
I refuse to adapt,
Living in my mind
But ultimately trapped
I will keep screaming
Until something is done
I’ll attack my problems
And not try to run
I’ll dry bitter tears,
With all the world’s salt
By finally acknowledging,
My problems are my fault.
I was the one,
Who opened the door,
Letting rivers run
And starting this war
Every time I cried,
The water grew stronger,
So did the tide,
Till I could breathe no longer
Therefore, only I
Can swim through the mess
And take a chance to die
With a blindfolded guess
As to where or what
The heavy plug may be
And relieve it from its job
Of slowly killing me.
Copyright © Cynthia Cellars | Year Posted 2012
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