I'm struggling
Chains wrapped around my neck, turning the lights down, even though it's my encore, my last shot to be here.
My family is chipped and cracking and fading colors of love and closeness are being wiped away with every independent meal we eat by ourselves.
My chains, I think they broke and one landed on the shoulders of my mother.
The one who can carry all of us out of a burning house..

A chain that's an anchor, that you can't just throw off or ignore the weight of.
No good morning or sleep well?
No more asking for help when she can't lift something too heavy
No more family dinners and talks
No more security

I'm growing up
Independent
Flying solo
Maybe
Maybe I'm just not ready yet, to be fighting the world myself and have the chains choking me.
Maybe my mother's voice is fading out because those chains of mine finally fell onto her shoulders. And it's all my doing, my weakness and my fault.
Maybe I'm the earthquake that's fraying and shredding our family ties.
Maybe they were right, maybe I need to go...