Rest

I need to rest—

to break away

from this tangling rut—

I need to escape —

from these chains

keeping me hostage—

I need to leave —

to get away 

from this choking hold

I need to fly away —

because these manacles hold me,

bind me,

suffocate me,

keep me down, down, down—

and I remain a prisoner —

because fear keeps me

from reaching through the bars

and touching that light

If I could have one wish,

I would wish for freedom

from doubt—

from that suffocating fear

that stills my breath,

and keeps me dear.

-J. Juno, December 2018