Why can't I get out,
From under its grip,
Holding me tightly,
With never a slip.
Freedom is fleeting,
I can't get away,
Stuck in this moment,
Every night and day.
Will it ever end?
Can I overcome?
This thing that holds me,
What have I become?
I'm merely a slave,
Never in control,
But it all must end,
So I can be whole.
Do I have the strength?
Do I have the nerve?
Can I run away,
To what I deserve?
Somewhere I will find,
The strength that I need,
And never give up,
Until I succeed.
TLA 8/5/13-5/23/16
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