Self-Locking

He wanted to speak
But the voice was locked inside;
He wanted to write,
But the pen refused to give form to his thoughts;
He wanted to breathe fresh air, inspiration,
But the wind was too strong to take in;
He wanted to fly high, far,
But the ancient anchor he once attached to his legs,
Is weighting down now.
He wanted to fly,
But buried his legs too deep in the ground.
And his mobility has been affected ever since.

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