Fortified

Trying to see - vision unclear

Distortions persist, we bend and we veer

Different destination than what was first planned

Depleted but hungry I forge with my hands

With my hands

It presses up pulling me down

The rope restrains - tightly bound

Self-inflicted fear of the unknown

Shackles gripping tight pulled off from the throne

From the throne

Hiding from who? The glare of the world?

Is it a glare? Or a gaze to behold?

Don't fucking cower

Stand your ground

Stare right back and be proud