Sore Shoulders

Sore shoulders Rough nightmares In my sacred pillow An unexpected message From the past Under a new name I feel the hair on my neck tingle I'm being watched An autumn has passed So much has been done So much cannot be undone I wake in fear Exhale in relief The weight has Already been lifted My hands aren't tied To a detonating bomb I rub my wrists Free But weirdly uncomfortable To not have the Handcuffs of lead on my wrists anymore