Fight or Flight

We have two instincts: fight or flight.
I want to think of myself as strong.
I want to think of myself as a fighter.
But I only want to fight if it's with you.
I'm tired of fighting alone.
I'm tired of fighting the same battles.
Familiar scars.
Familiar tears.
I'd rather fly.
I flap my wings harder and harder, but feel no lift.
They've been clipped.
No new horizons.
No new landscapes.
Same faces.
Same eyes I must stare into and try not to feel anything.
Same battles.
Instinct surrenders to the concrete around these ankles.