It all happened so fast
I was too careless,
my heart full of glee
blindly rushing forward,
now I’m in too deep.

Struggling against its grip
I succumb to its judgement
and await my demise.

 Suffocation threatens
my last gasp

I push

I pull

I fight

It only strengthens the vice!
Panic leaks into my soul
Will I ever be free?

Wait–could it be?
a slight give?
a sweet release?
Could my soul bear to witness
a dream such as this?

It loosens
O joy! O happiness!
busting wide open like a wave on the sea!




–my jacket zipper breaks free!

57 thoughts on “Stuck

  1. Ha ha ha! I thought you were in quicksand and I was running toward you, throwing off my clothes, screaming “Hold on, Darla, I’ve got a rope!”. Good thing you had the skills to free yourself. Were you a Girl Scout?


      • I had this happen in the dressing room just the other day. I went for the size 8 dress, and I KNOW I can’t fit into a size 8, and I ended up stuck in a little tube of fabric with both arms over my head, face buried, unable to get anything to grab hold of. I was terrified I was going to rip it and become the proud owner of a ripped, $200 tube of fabric that didn’t fit.


      • Yes! The panic is incredible isn’t it? You think, which is worse, paying for a ripped dress or running out into the middle of the store for the jaws of life while flashing everyone in sight like a crazed lunatic?

        I was going through all of my winter clothes the other day, swapping them for summer and I tried on more than one garment that I promptly became stuck in. Needed the jaws of life to break free. And you’d think I’d donate these clothes, but no, instead I put them back and tell my husband I might fit into it again one day. Sheesh. I need to face facts here.


    • I would say getting stuck in my clothes is a huge panic moment for me. I only have two serious fears in life: spiders and claustrophobia. My fear of being closed in can make me hyperventilate. So if I’m ever stuck in a jacket and there’s a spider in there with me, I am as good as dead.


      • i had a lifeguard throw me in the deep end of a pool at the age of 3 to teach me to swim…he pulled me out…and then threw me in again…
        i didn’t truely learn to swim until I was about 14 years old….still not comfortable in the water even though I love being around it…


      • Good lord, that is terrible! My younger brother had a near drowning incident when he was young and to this day he can’t go under water. I am sorry my poem brought those memories up for you. I wasn’t intending drowning as much as my panic at being stuck in my clothes.


      • See, I wouldn’t even need to qualify the badness of my own poetry– it’s all terrible! My tag, if I were ever to post a poem on my site (don’t hold your breath), would just be “Poetry”. Putting the “bad” qualifier in front would suggest that I actually can write good poetry, too, which is so not the case. ;)


      • I am so bad that I feel this suffocating feelign when I try to write poetry. It’s like torture for me. Like pulling off a band-aid, I just have to let ‘er rip. It’s way out of my comfort zone. I do have some more poems coming up tomorrow in my greeting card series. They are much better as I didn’t write them while half-asleep at 6 am like this one.


      • Greeting card poems are way easier to do. There’s no pressure for them to be mind-boggling because they’re *supposed* to be entertaining (right?) As soon as I set about to write a “real” poem, though, all that comes out is terrible, angsty, 14-year old emo crap. :)


  2. Hi,
    Fantastic, I had no idea what was going to come at the end, but what a great ending, it certainly brought on a smile. I think it’s a brilliant poem. :D


    • Now that is something that would happen to me for sure. Your story was hysterical though, (mainly because it hasn’t happened to me…yet. I have broken my toe before, twice so we have that in common.)


    • Thanks, Kathy! Good to see you here and I’m sure you’re still recovering from a whirlwind of a week! Congrats again on Freshly Pressed, I was excited to see you and Tori and Lisa up there all together in one post like that.


  3. HA! Best. Poem. Ever!! I was really, really hoping there was a punchline, and then I thought, “Well, this is a nice poem. Gawd Jules, not EVERYTHING has to be funny.”

    But I’m so glad it was! :)


  4. A few blogs I follow vent their emotional traumas, it feels better to get it out there. this spoke to me and thought about my own past experiences which I too luckily managed to break free of. It’s good to see we are not alone and can we can take support from each other. Mine was in the trouser department, I changed to button ups


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