Daddy, Set Me Free

Help me break bread at this table Songs of my captivity And in those four lines you’re learning to set me free Where did you put the rope and muzzle Where is it now? Should I count it all with you? Should I give up the stamp I’ve left on your memory? But you know me And that’s the impact A rare understanding that I couldn’t find the words to give them But you knew, my captor read me And I find these things in old words Written in digital poetry The void is no longer a mystery I’m missing the essence of you The understanding of our knowing laughter Our observations that gave us air To puff up our own thrones And I, the spitting image of my disappointment am left here empty Bewildered, because it’s been made so that I need you How would I love after you? It was with you that I felt the ricochets of my affection The heaviness of wanted blessings on your behalf And I saw your faith waiver And now they see me crack Because from where I’m running is where I need to go back