Bump

Fortified walls of protection

Willingly trapped inside, bitterly longing for liberation

All those unbearable sleepless nights

Too irritated to ache

 

Heavily guarded by a ruthless web of thorn bushes,

Once glorious, shining armor

But now entangled in intolerance of uncertainty,

blocking my sight,

perplexing my brain,

I’m caught in deep turmoil

Its gravitational pull weighs me down

Crawling and draining myself in an impenetrable maze

 

Where do I desire myself?

 

Embracing my wilderness with all my might,

I’m breaking through into the clear.