Small Walls Poem by Chelsea Crisman

These walls
Closing in on me.
I can't breathe.
My mind...
It's so muttled.
My heart,
It won't stop bleeding.
I don't understand.
I thought I was free.

Free of you.
Free of me.
Free of us.
Free of all.
Instead, I lay broken in a box.
A box with such small walls.

This heart,
It beats.
My soul,
It screams.
I can do nothing.
To run away...
It's all I want.
I need to breathe.
I don't understand.
I thought I was free.

Free of him.
Free of you.
Free of them.
Free of her.
Yet, here I am.
Forever unsure.

My body,
It's wounded.
Unable to act.
Stagnant and bitter,
I cannot react.
To scream and to cry,
That's what I need....
Still, I don't understand.
I thought I was free.

Free of you.
Free of me.
Free of us.
Free of all.
Instead, I lay broken in a box.....

....

A box with such small walls.

© Chelsea Ann Crisman