Reece

Freedom hurts.

The shackles that weigh 

On the back of your mind 

bruises were lifted from

tubes extracted with light.

You said you envied me 

How I cut it all away 

And went running,

Never turning back

To see if you made it too,

But I didn’t even know 

About you.

But I’m here now. 

We can sit together on the banks 

Of gently lapping waves

Because we both love the water.

I’ll hold your head in my hands

And promise you 

That freedom hurts

But numbness is far more bitter.

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