I feel it in my throat
A voice trapped
A scream stifled
But muscles strangle my soul into silence
I feel it in my bones
A spirit contained
Defined by a deteriorating shell
But the body protects the gift it carries
I feel it in this room
A life that is stuck
A longing to explore
But home is where the heart is, and responsibility
I feel it in this world
Minds that need to open
Hearts that yearn to heal
But traditions and systems maintain the chaos