Four Walls

I don’t fit in the spaces I used to. The edges rub leaving scrapes and bruises. My limbs ache from being curled in the same position for too long. The walls breathe and with every breath they squeeze in a little closer.

A comfort zone is usually defined as a place of security but what happens when we become trapped there?

We are always being told to step outside our comfort zones, to push the boundaries and see what we are capable of. The familiarity and security of a safe space and fear of the unknown often keeps us holding tight to things we know. Unsatisfied with our current situation we feel the emptiness of wanting more.

We search the familiar places, seeking something new, as though somehow things will be different when we look again.

Everything remains the same.