Cold steel rings cuffed to the wrist,
cutting into the flesh, bleeding out the stress,
ripping through the skin and bone armor
that not only keeps the dangers away,
but also keeps the perils in.
My face, beaten and bloodied,
pouring and dripping tears of distrust
and screaming cries of dishonor
grows numb from lies and abuse.
But I can feel a hope, an escape.
One more blow, one more indiscretion,
one more yank to these chains
and the shackles will break.
I will be free of this prison I have created for myself,
that you have worked so diligently to keep me in.
I will no longer be held down and tortured
by my guilt and my shame,
by my fear of failure,
by my need to hang on to the only thing I’ve ever created.
You oblige, and I release myself.
I absolve myself of your custody
and your responsibility.
I no longer feel your weight
or the one I imposed on myself,
thinking that I needed to,
not for the sake of you,
but for the sake of me.
That is over now,
and I will walk away free
and you will be left alone.