Breaking Free

Trapped
Forcing in breaths
Too tired to move
With every lifted arm
Comes a tired grunt
What have I become
All I can do is sit
And then eat some
Can’t even sleep
Carrying a heap
The time has come
The night is done
I will get up, I will move
Somehow I have to prove
I can and I will shed these layers
Slowly I lift
My legs shift
One after the other
The air so sweet
But yet so heavy
Oh dear seat!
Maybe I wasn’t ready
My heart is racing
My limbs are burning
The grass between my toes lacing
Calls to me in a tone of luring
The sun rising behind the trees
Tells me, “Keep going, please”
I know I’m almost there
I don’t need that ugly chair!
I feel the sweat dribble down my face
Soon I’ll be free of this heavy case
To the tree I arrive
My body not yet satisfied
Another round I go
Weighing a pound for each toe
But I don’t stop
My legs just drop
I feel the wind on my cheek
As my tears begin to seep
I have made it, I have moved.