The world is so vast and yet I seem to be running in circles

I run and I run and I can not escape my reality

It grasps my throat, refusing me of air


Just this word, keeps me running even if I know I end up in the same place

I am so able bodied yet so terrifyingly restricted

I am imprisoned with restraints of life circumstances 




I say I'll leave 


But when the day comes I'm afraid I will not be able to move


Why can't I move?





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