A call rushed at me, "Just walk."
Yet, something holds me back.

I’m not sure what it is.
It feels heavy.
I can’t tell its exact weight,
But I know for certain it's heavier than my body,
For my body surely cannot move.

It feels as though I'm tied up,
So much so that I can't even wave my hand,
Just to give a sign for help.

I’m not sure what it is.
Or perhaps, it's a bruise that has yet to show?
There's no definite place for the pain,
Only that my body feels stiff.

If it could be shared,
I would share it.

Not to make others suffer,
But so they would believe
That what I feel is real,

And so they would grant me time.
Time to untie those invisible bonds,
Or time to wait for the bruise to reveal itself,
Because I’m not sure what it is.