Your grip has been tight over the years, but now it’s gotten tighter. It hurts, please let go.

Your presence has always been overbearing, but now it’s worse. You’re suffocating me. Please, let me go.

Each breath I take is labored, calculated, small. I’m trying not to lose it all.

Why can’t you let me go? Be free? Let me see the world as I need. Don’t cut my wings before I take my leave.

This has gone too far. I’m suffocating! Please, just let me go.