I Locked Myself Here
Choking, struggling, against the chain wrapped around my chest.
Huge lock and shifting mockingly against my skin.
Laughing as I struggled harder and harder to break free.
When did they get here?
That night? That night.
The night I let you in
to my mind, my heart, and my body.
You had your way,
then walked away.
And I lay motionless,
chained to the bed
from which I have not since moved.
Here, 6 years later I continue to struggle,
struggle against the damned chain.
That for 6 years has constricted each breath, each hint of a smile, each inkling of joy.
In vain many pulled and yanked and tore at the lock,
at the chain.
But I would not budge.
I begged, pleaded, and prayed you would bring the key,
set me free.
And finally, after 6 years I realized my right hand, sweaty and tender
hurt as though something was cutting into my palm.
I looked down and opened the offending hand.
There lay the key.
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