Poem by Dana L. Young
Wedged securely in a place
That I don’t remember agreeing
To enter.
Unable to wiggle enough to remove
My limbs or my mind
From being trapped.
Stuck in a pattern of self-doubt
And obligations
And I don’t remember when it started
Nor is there a map to follow
To get back to the safety of home.
A stranger in a foreign land
That feels more familiar each day.
Stuck in a cycle of waking, sleeping
And nothing in between.
No idea why I am here,
In these moments, in these mindsets,
In these snares and traps,
But I wonder…
Is freedom close?