I see you wedged there,
in that dark, tiny crevice.
Stuck, where my arms can't reach you.
I can almost touch you, but
you just keep digging yourself deeper
into this pit of despair that is
uncompassionately holding you captive
and muffling your scream,
squelching it
to that of a hoarse whisper,
which I alone can hear.
I can't help you anymore.
All I can do is give you a bandaid.
A temporary fix,
though you know I'd give my life
just to be able to extract you
from your hopeless prison.
I simply can't.
It's beyond what my flesh can do.
Oh my friend, please remove your gag
and scream at your chains.
Rise up, stand tall and free yourself,
for the only thing that's holding you down
is the soul-killing pain that you inflicted on yourself.
Please, my friend, find your wings and come fly with me.

by: Tracey R. Grimm
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