Bound by Insecurity

Bound by the eyes, hands, and shackled feet

Lead into an arena of the unknown

With a deafening beat of the heart

An eerie silence

Surrounded by the elements of dry heat, slight wind, and a burning sun

Fear causing mental anguish

A lump rising in the throat, preventing vocalization

Is it better to see whats to happen?

Should I turn from possible pain?

Should I fight?

Should I plead?

Overwhelmed with fear, causing a gravitational pull

Kneeling, rocking back and forth

An eruption of laughter and tears, loosening what was covering the eyes

Blinded by light, and focusing on the chained closed sweaty hands

Opening to reveal a key

Will you free yourself to face whats to come?

Will you remain bound, and give up?

What will your choice be?

Inspiration: Demi Lovato's Skyscraper

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