Binds

We cage ourselves with binds of love Silken threads that won't let go A self-made trap we cannot escape. Sometimes the strands are a welcome thing For they comfort us with their presence As real to us as a loving embrace. But at times we come to be aware Of the cage we're trapped within And frantically we try to escape Throwing ourselves against the cage In useless defiance of our fate. Our silent screams echo within And in our struggles the binds do cut Creating wounds we cannot heal Yet we continue to fling ourselves at them As our blood drips in futile tears. Til exhaustion comes to make us pause And view the mess we've made And it's in this silent contemplation As real tears fall in silent despair That we wonder how this came to be. How slow the threads were woven Unseen by us until too late. There follows then a weighty guilt For we do not wish to cause pain Or push away those we love Yet we cannot help to admit If only to ourselves At times the binds pull to tight And make it hard to breathe. We did not ask for this! we scream So weary of the weight are we Of love's heavy responsibility Yet our hearts refuse to let go And our pride's a wicked thing. So we gather up the bloody strands And clean them with our tears For although we yearn to escape And at times it seems too much We know in some instinctive way These binds are precious too.