It holds onto me with a vice like grip
Its green eyes like daggers staring straight into my soul
I try to move, but its grip gets tighter
The more I struggle, the more I am suffocated.
So I become still. A shell of who I once were.

Then it whispers into my ear “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”
I want to break free, but I don’t know what will happen.
I decide that this isn’t too bad.
If I just keep still. I stay safe.
It’s got me. It’s protecting me.
As long as I conform.

I catch sight of myself in the mirror and wonder where I’ve gone.
I’m grey. Tired. Completely worn.
I shout “I’VE HAD ENOUGH!!!” and now I’m in chains.

“It’s for your own good” it pulls them tight.
And so I sit still as my light turns to shade.
I lean into the darkness and let my fire fade.

It may be a day, an hour, a month or 10 years. Then I hear a voice…
“Remember who you are!”
Is it calling me? No, it’s me. It’s my voice.

I remember the warrior, the shine, the life
Of who I once were before it was taken away
And I stop myself suddenly as it hits me hard- it was ME who was gripping myself in the dark.

The green eyes like daggers were nothing but fear, the voice was my own- a cloak as a guard.
And so I stand up and I decide to be free.
From fear and it’s grip that all came from me.

All of the sudden, my world lights up
And I choose every day to enjoy the ride.
There was nobody there but myself in fear
That vice like grip, I release and I’m here!