When was the last time I felt like I was shackled and not going anywhere? Alone in a room, peeking at the outside world from a small window? Swimming in the water, gasping for air, without a sight of shore? My heart evaporating, melting little by little? Or, just not being in control?
Every day. All the time. Constantly.
As I click “publish” for this post, I feel helpless. I cannot help but laugh.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Helpless.”
“Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it?”