Poem 12:Pulled

Pulled

I am pulled.

Pulled beyond my limits.

Deep enough so I can barely breathe.

The weight wraps around my ankles.

It yanks me into uncharted waters.

The depths of I don't know.

All I feel is fear.

The fear dances on my skin.

It feels a part of me.

Something I can't shake.

It swallows me until there is no light alive.

I am surrounded by thousands.

Yet I feel so alone.

The void lls me.

It stretches wide and far leaving me numb to all. My chest utters and my breath deepens.

The bres in my muscles constrict; I am frozen. I am trapped.

Thoughts whirl around.

Nothing makes sense.

My opinions are lled with doubt. Every choice includes panic.

Will I ever be free?

Freedom is an illusion.

To be free is to be at peace.

But peace comes to those who chase it. What can I chase if I am trapped?

For I am trapped in my own body.

My soul is contained until death; only then I am free