Breaking Spirits

Suspended, caught in spider webs and flailing helplessly. Immobilized, locked down within a matrix I can’t see. Destroyed, my panicked thoughts are fading to a subtle throb. Annoyed, I cannot see which dial to turn. Which switch? Which knob? I choose this—why do I choose this? Freedom seems so very sweet. Yet my actions bind my limbs and throw my body at your feet. My guts are wrenching, my heart is clenching, and I cannot sleep. If I didn’t have all day to swoon, who knows how much I’d weep? You knew me when my intellect and confidence were true. Take pride, and know that both of them were broken due to you. You knew me when my eyes drifted o’er you at first pass. Now I dream about you even as I pray at Mass. Can I pretend to stand erect and independent now? If I am to tell the truth, then I cannot see how. 2 May 2016