Now, I know what it feels like to be caught up.
Moving, yet Still.
Taking time rest, so that I won’t lose my breath.
Determining if this is a trap deliberately set,
or did I wander into territory prepared for someone else.
I’m bound, but feeling so free.
My capture will be my rescuer.
While I’m in this net, rescuer please…
Take your time while doing the unraveling,
Remind me that you’re not here to harm me.
I feel the binds loosening, my freedom sure,
But nothing with stop me from being caught up.--Libby