the struggle to settle

I may be fragile,

but your forceful fists that

supposedly

promise my "protection"

are only bruising my

beaten,

battered

heart.

This cage you've constructed to

hold me home

is only making me

thirst for escape,

thirst for fingertips

with different fingerprints,

and thirst for

a breath of different air.

I may be confused,

but your father-figure

illusions

and

delusions

only form frustration

and forsake the fire

we're trying to ignite.

I'm begging you,

release your grip,

if you want me to stay.

And if you don't,

prepare yourself

to watch from a distance,

as I run away.

Request permission to use this poem

Hello PoetryVoting

the struggle to settle - Hello Poetry