Stuck

I have a big dream

and eternity in my heart,

but I am entangled

—as a mosquito in a spiderweb

—by my own limitations,

insecurities,and inabilities.

Feeling stale, stagnant,

and stealth mode all around.

I can kick and get frustrated,

scream, hustle and bustle,

and try to get unknotted—but I can't.

I tried.

I'm wrapped up all around

by my limitations.

And here I stay...

Some days, it's silent

—trying to embrace and feel

the weight of my thousand thoughts

to see if there's something new to discover.

But all I'm left with is the dead horse.

I am stuck...

Yet when I look up,

I see mountains in front of me

—intricacies and complexities

that I know I need to tackle

should I get freed up.

They seem impossible.

And I can't help but think:

I won't be able to get this done for sure

if I don't get freed up soon.

It is massive and impossible as is

—yet if I'd have enough time to at least try...

Yet I am frozen in time and space

by the spiderweb of uncertainity

that I can't see beyond.

Where is the vision?

Where is the "how-to-do's"?

Where are the people?

Is it even worth it?

What a waste—of life, potential, and what could have been.

Yet there is too much—too much to conquer,

and I don't even know where to begin...

So I stay stuck—not by my own choice

but by my own inability,

lack of strength,

and powerlessness.

Who will save me from all this?

Who will?

Even when I tried, I couldn't.

But maybe...

Maybe this web isn’t the end,

but the cocoon before wings.

Maybe being stuck isn't a sign of death

but a cry for birth

—of something deeper,

truer, less self-reliant,

more surrendered.

Maybe I wasn’t meant to fight my way out

but to call out—not just scream into the dark,

but ask with empty hands and open heart.

Maybe grace finds me here,

not once I'm strong,

but now—in the stuck,

in the small,

in the silent ache no one sees.

Maybe redemption doesn’t come

when I move, but when I’m met.

Right here.

Right now.

And just maybe—this spiderweb

is not the end of the story

but the thin place

where

the light breaks in...