July 30, 2025

I Am the Stuck

You think you hate me.

But you don’t.

You cling to me.

I’m the weight on your chest when the world says, go.

I’m the voice that tells you, stay right where you are.

I am not laziness.

I am not fear.

I’m older than that.

I’ve been growing inside you with every broken promise you made to yourself.

Every time you swallowed your pain and smiled.

Every night you told yourself tomorrow would be different.

I was there, collecting the pieces you left behind.

You call me stuck.

But I’m protection.

I’m the wall between you and the disappointment you can’t handle again.

I hold you still so you won’t fall.

You think you want to fight me.

But deep down, you’re afraid of who you’ll be without me.

Because moving means risking everything.

And I know—you’re not ready for that.

So I’ll stay.

As long as you let me, I’ll stay.

And with every day you don’t move, I’ll take a little more of you.

Until there’s nothing left but me.