Unshackle the Chains
Snap, break, crumble, fade…
That same old sickening feeling that I have felt every day.
Breaking down at night silently screaming…begging…pleading.
Dreading to see your face, and your face
and your face, and yours
Feeling like I have been shut out by all the doors.
But I do not blame you, no…I do not blame.
I only pity, your future shame.
the problems at hand:
Your tortured mind, your unsafe home,
Your understanding that is blind,
Your spoiled life, which has made you alone.
For years from now, you will realize how,
your lies and my cries danced:
one following and one leading,
yet both are feeding;
on pain or false defense.
And I forgive you, but I forgive myself more,
For bringing back the wings I thought you took from me,
that were merely covered
by the heart that was torn.