The price tag to Freedom....

The price tag to Freedom….

Daily the walls are closing in, closer and closer

daily her world gets smaller and colder

more foreboding, less inviting

the fear increasing, panic more insistent

tugging at the recesses of her very being

breathless, struggling for the very life giving air

nowhere to turn, darkness everywhere

the warmth slowly, seeping away,

her body feels cold to the touch

for her the madness, the insanity of her life has become to much

none to depend on, she goes it alone

being left with less and less to call her own

she has lost so much already,

will she lose her sanity and self worth to

stripped of pride, devoid of hope

what is there left for her to do?

She can go on and try and persevere

but to what end is she doing so?

To be kicked constantly in the teeth

by life, by fate, by her so called destiny?

She is dying a little inside each day

her light being dimmed, snuffed out by that

the very thing that is supposed to stimulate her

the very thing that is supposed to bring her joy

her newfound freedom has come with a very high price

it is for this independence that she now has had to pay

everyday, each happy moment has a price tag attached

each short lived, bitter sweet moment of joy audited

panic still ensues, each task undertaken

tears still flow for the life which seems to have forsaken

her and her soul, leaving her lost

lost, to the sands of time, invisibility so sublime

what is left out there for her to undertake?

Nothing, noone to understand her

noone to take her hand, to reassure her

noone to shield her from the storms life has ravaged her with

she is lost, so lost, hoping to be found

hoping that when the wheel once again turns round

in her direction, she will be spared

and will once again feel as she once did when they cared