having my feet nailed to the ground,
unable to move forward.
The more I want to break free,
the more it grips me at every toe,
keeping me rooted to the ground,
persistently reminding me
to yield to my fate.
I am being smothered by a pillow.
I tried to breathe,
but nothing goes in.
I tried to yell,
But nothing comes out.
Eventually I will be out of breath,
My voice silenced to nothingness,
calling me to yield to my fate.
I am climbing the wall of a well.
I saw light at the top,
but as I tried to climb,
the walls are shrouded
with moss of cronyism,
pushing me back
into the deep cold ends of the well,
coercing me to yield to my fate.
I know that my time is up
when the curtains of my eyes
can no longer hold back
my liquid pearls from flowing out
in the middle of the night…
I decided to pull out all the nails
that has been relentlessly gripping my toes,
I decided to knock out the pillow
that has been smothering me,
I decided to tear off the moss
that has been pushing me to yield to my fate.
Walking with bloodied feet,
Breathing as though life was returned to me,
Yelling with boundless joy,
Climbing out of the well like an agile lizard,
I will find a place
that recognises the light in me!
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