Ah, a visit from the past
Has yet again taken my peace
I often throw caution to the wind
But this time, it was like I was pinned.
It did something
Something, I stand so hard against
Yet still it kept me in its circumstance.
After the thought and past refkection
I wept to help clear my soul
But alas, its still firm hold!
Never knew trying was so hard
And that it would flip the switch, the way it did, today
If I’m to heal, how much more must I try to say?
What is left?
Apparently, my heart
I felt it tugging at me, pressing me to be smart
I failed to head its warning to me
Now I am so scared,of the who I came to be.
That is not what is being free.
Burden has become a plate I lack the hunger for
Yet, it piles on more and more.
Wishing to be free,
If thats possible for me.