Half sick of shadows

I am half sick of shadows
Curling and swirling
Reaching and never touching

Always one step ahead
Impossibly attached
Representing all the things I should be
But can't

She mocks me
With legs stretching into the distance
A tease how far I could run
With the lights off and the gates opened
Racing lightning and fireflies
Across distance unfathomed

Sitting here in this room
Watching long eyelashes blink against the wall
My silhouette a reminder of captivity
Imposed by no one
Enforced by nothing
But nonetheless entangled
Entrenched