The chains have come, wound
tighter than yesterday,
no forward progress, 
stalled
despite struggles to free myself.
And that’s the thing that nobody gets;
I am struggling.
Mightily.
Pulling, clawing, but
all anyone can see
is an impassive face,
compressed attitude, 
folded in on itself,
a gravity well that sucks
everything up and leaves nothing.
It is hard to move,
no forward progress, 
but through the dark
one thought surfaces,
it can’t stay like this forever
and I am
a little less heavy
than before.