Stuck

In the soft mud, exasperated
Expecting escape but never fighting

From the forest came chaos,
But I don't venture there
For fear of

Self-discovery:
Some secret stolen from me --
Or was it given?

Loneliness:
The danger that I'm convinced
Is real.

Losing myself:
They'd never find me,
But could I?

So here I remain,
In the dull, comfortable mud
Assuring myself that I am

Stuck.