I hurt a man
Out of insensitivity
I hurt a man
Through thoughtless pride
I hurt a man
With my inner truths
I hurt a man
With insecurities
I hurt a man
Thinking he didn't care
I hurt a man
Who is my friend
I hurt a man
Who thought he loved me
I hurt a man

I reach for something
I believe is in my grasp
I run headlong to it
Stopped short by chain
Violently snapped back

I dig my hands into the dirt
Attempting to still reach
The collar around my neck
Stopping breath
Making me weak

My nails and neck
Become ****** and raw
As I attempt to relieve myself
Remove the confines
That encompass my soul

The binds do break
I lay spent upon the floor
Catching breath
Smelling freedom
I begin to reach once more

It must be the freshness and freedom
an issuing forth from night's rest..
It is flow from a real self
before the veiling of day's concerns..
There is a springing of words
seemingly from the morning sun
or from the silence of the new day
not yet stained by separation's illusions..
It is a portrait of ourself
as we always have been...