Fighting My Fetters

    Inside, chained, restrained, constrained, hobbled, hog-tied, seeing sunlight and blue sky through the window. I see the possibilities, but am trapped by the reality. Struggling against the bondage, fighting the fetters. I keep my eyes focused on the sky, but my ankles are chafed by shackles. I must believe that my freedom is near to hand. I won't let myself fall into despair. I will keep looking to the sky. Fighting my fetters. Knowing that freedom will come, if I can keep up the fight.