Often our circumstances weigh on our spirits. It is hard to create when we are dealing with the issues of others who seek to hinder us. Sometimes it seems as though our very air supply has been cut off.

Stifled, cut off from the world
Imprisoned by your insecurity
No longer free to express and create
Suffocated by your mistrust
I cannot breathe
Much less write
Overwhelmed by your self-serving
Demands on my time and attention
So afraid that I will shine
Overshadow your meager success
You’ve tethered my mind
With an unbreakable cord
My thoughts are not my own
But those forced upon me
My spirit asphyxiated
Your foot firmly on my neck
©2011 – Andrea J. Shannon
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