Relinquish

[OxygenPlant]

I have been watching the world

as if through sound proof glass.

The air in here is stale,

and I've run out of room -

for my thoughts,

for my desires,

I can no longer occupy this space,

this self inflicted womb of denial.

What was comforting is now uncomfortable.

I stand fumbling with the latch.

My fingers clumsy,

and my temper frantic.

"Make way," I yell.

I need fresh air to breathe.

The door is open.

It's time to move.

I crawl from this space

to find myself born again.

Waiting and waiting.

It is time.

[Preprise]

Good use of metaphor here.