Poem: Constrained

[water lily]

I was going through some papers and came across this poem I wrote last year. What do you guys think?

Constrained

The barriers swallowed me.
There was only stone.
I was nothing--
Not even air.
No room to think or feel,
feel or think,
Or understand who I was.
Because I was nothing.

The past pressed on me from behind:
Cold, hard, condemning stone
Under the matted muscles of my back,
Haunting me with insecurities and confusion,
Making myself alien even to me.

The present shoved me from the sides.
Pressure. Stress.
Decide! Decide!

The future taunted me from the front:
Distant, but close.
Overwhelming Possibilies:
Horrible and Beautiful.

But I couldn't get there.
I couldn't move.
Endless. It was endless.

I couldn't move.
I couldn't breathe.
I was, but I wasn't.
I was not a person,
But a point of concentrated pressure.
Expectations. Desires.
Decide! Decide!
Constraints. Inadequacy. Money. Suffocated Feeling...
And underneath it all: Exhaustion.

Escape.
Gone.
Alone.
Free...