BINDING SCARS

Unbeknownst to me, I existed between bars, Golden and seemingly safe but crushing enough to leave scars. Invisible, yet tormenting all the same. Conditioned to believe that I will not make it through, that I am the one to blame. Failing to see what is beyond the suffocating pressure That my blood drains, Immobilizing my limbs and freezing my veins, Rendering me useless with no cure. The door is ajar now, but no hand to hold mine on the other side. Walls closing in, I curl up as if the threat will subside. Immobile before the vastness that awaits like a plea. Could the Universe be doing this for me rather than to me? For the first time, there is a crack of light. Falsely convincing me that I am capable of escaping this plight. But perhaps I have forgone reason. And the dangers of the unknown are safer than a gilded prison.