I am stuck, and the shackles held tight
Disbelief followed by worry at the situation
With self-pity closing its deadly claws

I am stuck, and the shackles held tight
I looked around, taking a deep breath
Acknowledging the beauty of my surroundings

I am stuck, and the shackles held tight
Acceptance is one factor, yet dreams don’t die
I plan and start working towards freeing myself

I am stuck, and the shackles don’t seem so tight
As I inch towards my goals, with belief as my anchor
Life loves to create knots, and I learn to work with them

(c) Vijaya Gowrisankar