Imprisoned in the ashes of my sins.
Tethered to the pain that constantly binds me.
Dreams too far out of reach.
Shackles that drag me under.
I can no longer breathe.
Confined to all the things I can’t be but so desperately need.
Holding on even though ...
Sometimes it’s our doubt that crushes our dreams not society.
Hanging Onto The Edge.
Drowning in my silence.
Praying can’t get me out of this
Their whispers tear through my ears.
Sharp sounds slash through me.
Stuck on the bottom.
Too much bad blood between who I am and who I used to be.
There might be a chance ...
A poem about that moment when you’re so frustrated and tired.