Drowning...

I am drowning. In a sea of thickets. My legs are bound. My hands are tied. Everywhere I step; there are thorns. Sliding around my ankles, holding me down; pinning me down. The more I struggle to break free, each bush tightens it's grasp around my legs. It's so tight its tearing into my skin. I am bleeding. The water is turning red. 

Branches are sticking in my legs. It hurts! It's ripping through my calf's. The pain is agonizing; unrelenting. How did I get into this mess? What did I do to deserve this? 

All I remember is I was walking along one day and poof, I fell into a ditch. A ditch without warning. It happened so fast, I didn't see it coming. Like quick sand, it immediately started to swallow me up. Wasting no time. Not pausing for a second.

I've screamed for help; yet help has not arrived.

Does anybody care? Can anybody help me? Why won't the universe turn me a loose? Leave me alone! I want to be free. I have things to do. You are holding me back. My years are adding up and still you fight with me. Aren't you tired yet? Haven't I won the battle with you?  

Or did you win and I didn't get the memo?


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