Strings
Like a puppet on a string,
Except many on the body.
All are pulling
Simultaneously.
Lifting me up horizontally
In a reclining position.
At first I feel their support.
Reassurance that I will not hit the ground.
But then
The pull against my skin starts to ache.
I need to readjust
But it’s too late.
I’m trapped.
Struggling to break free, but I can’t even move.
The invisible struggle continues within.
Part of my psyche powering the strings that confine me.
Part of me desperately wanting to be free.
In turmoil within and out.
When will it end?
As the desire for freedom grows,
So does the awareness of being stifled.
Back and forth
My mind accepts reality with defeat.
But then
The fire within me roars on
And I know one day
I will escape.
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