Reaching

Imagine if you will

Extending your hand to grasp an object

Just beyond your reach

Your fingers yearn for the grasp of it

Narrowly missing the surface of the object

Its dark or bright surface mocking you

(Change words of contrast)

Bars restrict you

Wires cut at your skin

Sometimes it is only yourself

Holding your shoulders back

A stranger appears

Or maybe it is yourself as a stranger

Picking up the object with ease

Grinning wicked at you

Smashing and returning it to dust

Another item catches your eye

You make your may to it as well

Though it is far off it fills your soul with desire

Your clever hands unlock the bars

Your bleeding arms navigate the wire

You you’ve grown stronger fighting yourself

And yet the stranger is there ahead

Grinning