strings

there are strings that pull
in every direction,
tugging at the fibers
of my mind,
spinning my thoughts,
yanking them
forwards and backwards,
sidewards,
up and down,
until I no longer know
who I am,
where I am going,
or how to be.
all I feel are the strings
and tugs that bind,
the welts that leave their mark
more on my heart
than on my wrists.
but now, the harder you pull,
the more I want to tug back
and break the ropes
that trust would never lash
around the beatings
of my soul.
but I will never fly,
my freedom will never be free,
unless you with your love
untie me.

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