Trapped

Trapped.

The world is so vast and yet I seem to be running in circles

I run and I run and I can not escape my reality

It grasps my throat, refusing me of air

Escaping.

Just this word, keeps me running even if I know I end up in the same place

I am so able bodied yet so terrifyingly restricted

I am imprisoned with restraints of life circumstances 

 

Captive

 

I say I'll leave 

 

But when the day comes I'm afraid I will not be able to move

 

Why can't I move?

 

 

 

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