I wait, stagnant like the water beside a dam,

wanting to move forward, but I can't. 

Not yet.

I am stuck.

Restricted.

Where did my voice go?

It used to verberate so loudly through the mountain tops,

but now it stalls like a river--damned.

You have left me no place to go.

I can't take it anymore.

It is winter, and I am the last leaf on a dying tree.

I have no choice but to fall.

And when I do, I'll be trapped by the dam.

 

I am now trapped.

With no place to go I start to overflow, 

like a tea pot boiled to perfection.

Too done, too heated.

You thought it wasn't possible, didn't you?

But it was just the right amount to crack the surface.

To finally be free.

How does it feel?

How does it feel knowing you've lost me?

Knowing that you've pushed me too far?

You--no longer a master of a caged animal.

Looks like you've trapped yourself in your own cage.