Plans made.

Detail after excruciating detail

Meticulously ordered, poured over and finalized.

A bright, new life filled with promise,

Beckoning.

I am overcome with anticipation.

 *

But, like a prisoner crazed for freedom…

*

…I wait…

 *

…and wait…

 *

Knowing my sentence is ending.

Each day I remain, a year.

My breath, a fellow prisoner,

Sits stagnate, caged in my lungs

waiting, like me, for the relief of release.

 *

My mind,

hysterical with the panic of entrapment and

lacking occupation,

spins round after round of miserable storyline

plunging me into fits of madness

from which, I fear, I will not recover.

 *

I am suspended

impatient, powerless, suffering,

forced to endure even as I

stand on the brink.