I am bound to the floor
Looking through a glass ceiling that crumbles at the touch
If only I could reach it…
In some instances, the only one keeping me bound is me
Not bound by tangible shackles, chains or walls
But limited to undetectable dimensions where I can barely stand
I will not break free before my time
So I get comfortable in the uncomfortable feeling of being bound
Hearing the sound of clanking metal with each movement
This becomes my soundtrack,
Drowned out by other distractions that keep me busy
The noise is sometimes better than the reality of the silence
But for today, I will embrace this tangled web…
Accept the strain, and know it’s all personal gain in the end
To ascend I know I must endure the growing pains
Of breaking loose from these invisible chains