State of Being

Inspirational words are a part of me, They are my ABC's, my hands and feet, but now I stand on my knees, begging for words to speak. Lord I beseech thee, in search of an unlocked door, where people won't chastise me, and just see the inside of me. For my heart is pure, and my intentions are right, but God I just don't know how to fight. My kingdom of peace, which was located in me, has been breached. Here I am looking at this throne, that the world has offered me, where I can be Queen, and rule over my inner being. But, will that set me free? Will I, scream for help, as they fasten my belt, securing my position, and ignoring my objection, to their decision? Will I fight, till my last breath? Will I fight for life? Kicking and screaming, as they clamp on their hard, cold, and iron chains. Around my wrists they go, staying there until I grow old. I wish I could open my mouth and speak, so these words off this paper, are brought to life, and I am set free. But instead, here I am, on bended knees speechless, in hope of release...