Utopia

Suffocating. Tight grips around my neck, but you see nothing.  
Just a whisper of sadness that lingers.
I try to allow the air to pass my lips, but I can’t.  
It’s as if I have a gun to my head and each breath is like Russian Roulette,  
where the ending is inevitable.  
I see my future laid out before me.  
Miles of empty land and pain, but at the very end is a hazy glimpse of a Utopia.  
It might be a mirage, but I don’t care I want to push my way towards it.  
I try to stand but I can’t. I’m stuck on my knees in a cage, and the key is nowhere in sight.  
Time has no meaning here, I don’t know how long I’ve been trapped.  
I lay crumpled in a heap under the beating sun wishing for it just to stop and be over already.  
Just as I fight to release the last breathe I have in me the skies above me open up and pour down.  
The rain drops are like a soft caress, lifting the heaviness of the air so that I may be able to breathe easier.  
I open my eyes and the cage is dissolving around me, I am able to stand.  
I take a small step and it hurts from being in the cage for so long.  
My journey is going to be slow and painful, but I know I have the chance to try and see my Utopia. Mirage or not I owe it to myself to see it.