Existence Of Me Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

running the race to break free,
emerging from the concrete casing,
walking 3 feet, yet still tethered,
connected to the engulfing movement,
still stuck but trying to walk out,
confused and distraut i sit,
contemplate why im here,
why i move forward while looking back,
life glides me one way,
a cross wind glides me another,
a life filled with happiness,
emotions filled with liquid nitrogen,
freezing in place to not spill my infection,
to keep me sheltered, to help survive,
survive the battle against the true enemy,
the one inside that tried to break free,
swallowing the pain, to throw up the emotions,
following the pact, to turn and walk away,
surviving the slaughter of freedom,
the on site of evil,
the existence of me.