Broken But Still Chained

Lately I’ve been wanting something more My mind is clear and I see an open door I’m running, scurrying I can’t reach the other side I lost the key that holds dreams that died It’s starting to close… I’m about to cry What could be so great on that other side? I see a hand a light starts to shine Why have a life if it’s not mine? I scream, I cry… I start to break down I reach out as I begin to drown I feel no water besides the droplets on my face And as I panic, my mind starts to race My voice dies out… I hear no sound I’m running as I lose touch of the ground I feel a tug, I cry with fright Everywhere I look, I see night I’m surrounded by darkness I can’t see where to fall Everywhere I turn, there’s a growing wall It’s me, I’m in control! I’m trapping myself… my broken soul I hear voices saying “get out” I open my mouth to give a great shout Silence… I hear their calls But they hear no voice getting through my walls I lost the door Now I can’t see… the light is gone “What about me?” I stop… it repeats What is that sound? I hear it again as I fall to the ground The voices come again and I start to cry I am trapped in a chain where dreams always die… -Corrin Marie Collins