I hear your cries to be free…
To be what you always wished to be.
Trapped by obligations of the world you pursued in the moment.
I see you fight the battles, I gave up long ago.
I know you want to cut your shackles and leap forward straight out of what’s keeping you here.
I feel the tightness around your heart.
The suffocation of being what you’re not.
Every breath you take makes you believe it’s the last because the last would end this torture.