The ties that long constricted her
Are there of her own choosing;
The method to her gladness; whether
Using or abusing
And now she sits beside a man
She doesn’t really know –
Allowing him a privilege
He hasn’t really earned –
She’s there in dazed bemusement,
Not quite sure why it is so –
But knows the ties that cut too deep
Are just like being burned
There is a type of battle that
Is deadlier than swords:
And everywhere she goes, she fights
Against
Her self-made
Cords
No she doesn’t.
Good point.
Very clearly said. We do bind ourselves when we don’t see where we are going.
Reblogged this on A Whispered Wind and commented:
Powerful poeming and amazing imagery! The ending stanza is a gut-kicker!
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