Laying there,
unaware.
Day passes,
I don’t care.
Feeling gravity
pulling me down.
Can’t seem to lift
a leg or finger.
Somehow I’m trapped,
but I don’t mind.
I wasn’t planning
on going anywhere.
If I stay here;
I’m alright.
If I can find
the strength to break
these bonds that hold me
down
like iron chains,
I can’t explain.
I remember,
I have made
greater escapes.
I have found
my way home
from far away.
I have walked
lonely roads
and still,
I remain.
I could go,
if I so chose,
the next thing I know,
I can feel myself
rising.
Elated feeling
to be free,
no longer tied up,
or held down.
Floating now.
Then,
in the back of my mind,
I realize
that I’m wide awake
and the room
is quickly filling
with water,
and I’m almost
to the ceiling.
HG – 2021
