Wrapped up in tangled twisted vines that nourish
Nourishing just enough for minimal body survival
Squeezing tight enough to muffle the soul’s voice
Marionette strings pulling and tugging toward a path
A path away from the heart's desire
An inability to negate or say “no”
The only hope is to continually struggle
Until sinewy muscle grows strong enough
To finally break free
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