Like a shadow, slowly but surely blurring into the sidelines.
Self-recognition is no longer a choice.
A misty figure, flailing about in the winds of oppression.
The icons of strength steadily falling into the abyss of control.
No chance to rise above without drowning the love.
Shackles of fear, the unknown, the loneliness can cripple.
Will time heal the wounds or will the pain intensify?