Im stuck.
Like a feral animal, caught in a hunters trap. 
I call for help, my voice becomes a howl.
The lonley echo carries, unheard by anyone who could save me. 

I could find comfort in my desperation. 
Accepting my fate is easy when there is no escape. 

But, like the wild game I’ve connected myself with,
my insincts speak to me.

I find freedom in the pain that is moving forward.