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.
