Lead feet encased in concrete,
One foot must lead the way.
My eyes are blindfolded for now,
Sewn shut as is my mouth, I can't speak.
My mouth has swallowing on repeat.
I can't move forward one inch,
I can't look inside or outside the door.
My feet are frozen as my heart pounds.
Who am I wrongly protecting?
Whom do I blame myself for being human?
What's causing me my uncertainty?
I can't recall the details of the walls.
Did someone see me walking by and
Was I someone they just had to have?
Was it my perfume or lipstick that glinted in the sun?
Maybe I was kidnapped or worse,
Made to be hurt or humiliated or both.
Time's moving much faster daily.
It's only a matter of time before I remember,
While my feet are made of lead, I am bound metaphorically until I can remember.
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