 
                                        Inside this body, a prison of flesh, 
walls tight with fatigue, 
each movement a reminder— 
the weight of days, 
a fog that blurs the edges of hope. 
Once, I danced through life, 
but now, I navigate a maze 
of aches and whispers, 
each breath a battle, 
each heartbeat a distant drum. 
I watch the world through bars of pain, 
yearning for freedom in the quiet moments.