The ropes are binding tightly around my skin,
If thoughts begin to permeate
the ropes loosen, and I begin to open.

I shudder at the thought,
as opening is too vulnerable,
too steadfast and irrevocable.

I can't breathe, can't speak, can't remember
who I am, who I was,
or how in the hell I got here..

The ones I knew moved away.
Now I'm left with silent shadows,
tears in dark and empty spaces.

This decision was mine,
made in strength, with fervor.
Now a masked force has taken hold.

I'm wounded beyond repair,
thoughts are unsettling,
without the slightest idea of my way home.

Alone.
What I wanted, what I feared,
what I need but can't fathom.

My ropes begin to feel comfortable,
helpful and welcoming.
I cannot let the truth escape.