Helplessness feels like drowning in the air
Whatever you do, nothing changes the situation
Your arms can’t stretch far enough
Your legs can’t kick hard or fast enough

It would be like a late night bondage game—
Collars, ropes, blindfolds—
If there were anything even remotely enjoyable about it
If you could somehow not feel so desperate
Just to be able to breathe normally again

Without having to wait for permission to do so
Outside your invisible box
Which may be nearly the world wide
Except that one corner

Of course, the only corner that’s important
Your goal
Your love