There are times I feel bound
The walls are closing in
As the outside world
Threatens my sanity
Allowing myself to become prisoner
To others expectations and needs
The rope getting tighter
I – struggling to breathe
As the word, “No” becomes foreign to my lips
And the word, “Yes” tastes of resentment
My dreams slowly slipping away
Bound so tight I can’t even attempt to grasp them
Too busy living other peoples dreams
To allow time for my own
Mourning the loss of my companion-night
And the sanctuary of a solitude-I no longer own
I often pause and wonder
Why I become a willing captive
When I know it is only I
Who can release these ropes that bind me