If I had just one wish
It would be to rewind the time,
To once again, have another chance
To take control of my life.
It’s hard to pinpoint now
Just where I lost control;
Where the steering wheel slipped and the tire ripped
And I dove into a forward roll.
My flesh has become my prison,
My food the key to my chains,
Cold and dead they hold me
And keep me from battling again.
It’s a warring of the mind
As I seek out my escape;
I need no gun to carry on
Only the will to make a change.
But it’s light grows ever dimmer
With each passing year
As my hope grows even slimmer
And my spirit is shorn and sheered.
But today I take my stand,
Even as my shoulders cower and bend,
And I proclaim my freedom
Just above a whispered breath.
I don’t have any faith
That I will ever escape this place.
All I know, with withering hope,
Is I will die if I remain.
- Daily Prompt: Do you Believe in Magic? (dailypost.wordpress.com)