Sinking Higher

I am enclosed,
Imprisoned, captured,
Hidden, forced.
Enslaved if you want.

Life outside could be…
Whatever, wonderful,
Gorgeous, overwhelming.
Free. Free as the butterflies.
I wouldn’t know.

It’s everything I’m not.

I have been forced,
Tugged and pulled
Into somewhere no one likes.
Somewhere. If that’s what you call it.

I have lost everything I could possibly want.
I have been robbed,
Robbed of everything.

This hole has a solid rock bottom,
But I feel that I can sink lower
Beyond here, somewhere I don’t what to know.

Where is my Hope?
My light?
Is it coming?
Where is the hand to the life that I deserve?
My air to breath?

It is coming. He is coming.
I can feel it.
The warmth is spreading through me,
Filling my heart.

Soft as a feather,
As warm as a hug,
As important as a kiss.

My hope is there
And always will be
To pull me out.

Out of my dreams.