The world moves on around my existence

My friends and family calling back to me

From high mountain tops and soaring peaks

While i stand below

Stuck in stasis

Desperately trying to walk or run or do anything

But stay here at the bottom any longer.

Yet my feet are anchored to the ground

By some immovable power

And i am no unstoppable force to oppose such an entity.

I scream from the recesses of my mind

Like a ship being dragged to a graveyard despite

Its functionable sails and masts.

What good can i do from here

I exclaim though my voice does not carry

To those peaks or mountain tops

And all the others see is my stretched open mouth

And assume it must be some fascimile of a smile.

I am stuck

I am stuck

I am stuck

And the only real thing keeping me from moving

Is my own inability to take a step forward

Onto the first hill of that mountain

Because i am worried about  avalanches.