Power

I feel I've lost mine. That the light I once had is now gone from me, and I will forever rot in this prison. Like a pinball, I'm hit from all sides. This way, that way, I'm falling out of control with only those two metal arms to push me back into the game. I fear I have lost my freedom, my liberty.

I have no voice with which to change my world. I have no power to enact change. I have become a victim, and I do not know what to do. My focus has been pulled so very thin, that I fear my life has no direction, no meaning. But that does not mean I am willing to lay down, to end it all. I fear that I will forget this in the morning. Not in the way one forgets a dream, but that the motivation, the power behind the act disappears and leaves only regret. The regret that it wasn't done, that the time has come and gone.

I am fearful. I am powerless.
How does someone come back from that?
Does anyone read this?
Does anyone love me?
Will you help me?
Will you be my friend?

Will I regain my light?

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