Familiar feelings wrap tight around my wrist.
Suspicious pangs of pressure creeping in .
This suffocation refusing to subside or disappear.
Afraid to close my eyes; I wait for night to end.
Darkness bringing demons to my bed.
Hands gripped tight around this fragile neck.
Counting circles in a grid, getting lost inside my head.
It never ends until I glimpse the morning light.
Wake up with hopes, each breath filled with new desires.
My lips still tingle with this taste of the right direction.
Unclear as to what could spark this growing fire.
Ignition lit, rifle locked and loaded, I’m a slave inside my mind.
I try, but I can sense no boundary. No limit to the sky.
The walls of this cage extinguished, pushing free with time.
But, with each passing hour I lose this lust for change.
I shirk away from the stars–retreating back to Plato’s cave.
Chained up, alone, staring at the wall I crumble.
Indentured to my fears again I admit defeat.
These tears streak my face, but the salt never stains.
For I will rise again to the call of the morning’s promise.
My armor grows stronger with each failed attempt.
And with time I will heed the cries and fall back in line.