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Misquoted and misunderstood, my words become tangled in the web in which I am trapped. Sucked dry and with all power gone, I struggle to breathe or move. Words escape still but whispered now, while my stomach wrenches. Anxious, I wonder how to break away. This is torture, the pain so familiar yet, from this unexpected mess I must escape. I fill my lungs then look up. Up and forward is where I am going. |