1/12/03
Just something I made up while I was thinking of the reason why I can't express myself, why I can't ask for help.

Freedom

I feel the invisible shackles pull
I feel them tug me back
I feel them restrain me.

I try to reach out to someone
The ice cold chains suddenly tighten their hold on me.

I try to plead for help
The sound of chains rattling drowns my voice.

I try to get back up
The chain is bolted to an invisible force.

They grow rusty as I age
Maybe one day the shackles will finally disintegrate
and I will be free.

Or maybe one day
I will find someone who has the key
and I will be let free.