Let Him Go

Her strong apron strings have a hold over him, Suffocating his soul Controlling and grim. "Let him go", I cry out This young man in his prime Is responsible, reliable And ready to shine. Her face wan and drawn With anxiety Is driven by fears Plaguing her constantly. She keeps him close He struggles from her grip Frustrated and confused Heart is torn, nothing fits. His meals and his laundry She does every day He's thirty years old Not in seventh grade. He's got a good job She doesn't charge rent He's trapped, must break free Before life is spent. Written on 2015