My gut churns

Inside, just a shallow breathe below the surface
My gut churns.
Foam on a beach that’s boiled over, and stuck.
I cannot release it and let it flow
Because I know that I have staked myself
And I cannot break free
I want to flee, to hide
To chew off the rope that tightens as I pull
It constricts my soul with each silent cry
I lose more air, and slide closer to drowning

But this is not the fate I choose
I must find a way
To breathe in new air, life, hope
Deep inside
I know that I can
Even though, my gut still churns
I’ll find a way