How you delight to watch me struggle. I’m tearing always at these bonds you’ve shackled me with. Always. Like trying to breath in cellophane. Sinking. Waiting for the bottom to fall out. In endings it is said that there is a new beginning. I won’t ask for that. I want freedom.
For too long this mold you’ve cast me in has been my identity. Has been my purpose. Chained to this floor while the world spins and grows and laughs and loves around me.
******* your nature. The weight of your aspect hangs about my neck. Labeled. Contained. Quiet. Polite. Behaved.
I will touch that sky. I will feel my finger tips graze the surface of greatness. I will be so hungry for more. How will you keep me then?
Inspired by a poem of the same name, but far better quality, written by Lori Carlson.