Axe Me How
I can only slightly breathe again
The strength of your oxygen chokes the air from in me.
I can only slightly defend
Myself from you and you won’t let me be.
I keep trying to run but my feet are concrete.
My legs can’t seem to keep up and my mind won’t shut off.
I keep replaying the nightmare in my mind
And I can’t seem to stop asking how you were that guy.
My hands are tied in knots
I keep trying to get out,
but it hurts a lot.
And I finally feel like I can get free.
And you pull me back in and say
“You can’t live without me. “
I twist my arm free of the rope and out of your grasp.
And I see that
There is this axe
that can set me free.
All it requires is a little reach.
I try to grab it in my hands
And I try to swing
but I honestly don’t know
how to cut down the darn tree.
Copyright © Mary M-K | Year Posted 2018
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