I move as I please.
I speak my own words.
I make my own choices.
I am free.
I have severed the lines
that dictated my every motion,
snapped them one by one.
Yet one remains, taut and hidden,
coiled around the rhythm in my chest.
I am free to walk away,
but not without my ribs collapsing,
not without my heart caving inward,
crushed beneath the weight of fear,
of guilt, of the unshakable past.
So I do nothing.
I breathe around it.
I walk as if I am free,
but it binds the part of me
that still remembers how to obey.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 5:06 AM UTC
I move as I please.
I speak my own words.
I make my own choices.
I am free.
I have severed the lines
that dictated my every motion,
snapped them one by one.
Yet one remains, taut and hidden,
coiled around the rhythm in my chest.
I am free to walk away,
but not without my ribs collapsing,
not without my heart caving inward,
crushed beneath the weight of fear,
of guilt, of the unshakable past.
So I do nothing.
I breathe around it.
I walk as if I am free,
but it binds the part of me
that still remembers how to obey.
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