I’m afraid of you and I shouldn’t be.
I’m afraid of you.
Why do you have hold of me?
“Let me go!” I plead.
But still, you hold onto me.
Your hands never touching me,
But your words are entrapping me.
Why won’t you let go of me?
Am I holding on, too?
Let me let go of you.
Let me be free.
©️2020 Caelan Dean