Trapped
You tell me to let myself off the hook
But it’s easier said than done,
Difficult to unhook myself.
And I’m up here so tight
with pent-up emotions:
guilt and fear and disappointment.
There’s not much breathing space
in this gap I’ve wedged myself in,
So it’s hard to wriggle free.
And even if there was a way out,
I’m too preoccupied with thoughts:
guilt and fear and disappointment.
Good job there’s bigger hands than mine
able to do the unhooking.