As my foot slips off the edge,
I feel my body let go.

The initial panic
is met with a contrasting sense of calm.
A calmness that reminds me
why I stepped so close to the edge
in the first place.

Release— my soul, my mind, my body.
I am finally free,  and in this moment
I am weightless.

As I fly, I fall farther away
from the overwhelming madness
that consumes me.

With every gasp of hard air,
I am brought closer to a world
where my worries become peace.

Just as I close my eyes,
embracing the complete darkness,
the complete freeness,
I am moments away from meeting
I feel a sharp yank
that pulls me back up.

Reeling me in,
like a fish,
not wanting to be caught.

I did not ask to be saved.
I did not want to be saved.

My mind fills quickly with the madness
that was erased moments ago.

I feel the weight of my limbs and my troubles,
and I feel pain.

As I am lifted back onto the edge,
the calmness leaves me ,
and I am met with shocking anxiety
and sorrow.

I am bound yet again,
no longer free.

But they will say
that I am saved.

There he was
With his black velvet heart
Smooth to touch, to feel, to love
Drawing me into that luxuriousness of this man
Something so soft, but so dark, so dark.

So I continued to be drawn by the softness, the richness
The dark eyes, dark hair, oh the lair
Once captured there was no escape
My heart forever was bound by his sultry all
No escape for whom we fall.

I shall never leave my cell
Of love that is lost and at great cost
Was my love was for him.
In my dreams he does come
But only with pain
To hurt me, break me over again
Oh the love that was lost at such a great cost.

I lost my heart to him and to him alone
My sweet innocent heart placed at his throne
Till death do us part was so very wrong
It simply did not last that long
But for him my mind does still roam.

To love again I will never impart
Because of his black velvet heart.

The End

Untethered at times
but, only in short
spurts do you sprint.

I see you,  grazing the
sweetgrass-edges, green and lush;
such a perfect circle
you carve--

Peg, spiked in dry dirt;
the clanking hobble, has you
starved.

Dragging chain, uprooting succulents
scraping bare the dry ground
while beautiful, unfenced;  is
the grassland-  all around

You were built to be wild, love..  

    Wild.

We are bound to the people and things we love before life.

Words Of Harfouchism.

chained around the wrist,
bound with thoughts and regrets
you can't break them without breaking yourself.

there's no escape for you.

a light flickering in the corner of the dark cell,
a shadow appears in the doorway.

"Time", they say

"Time?", you ask, "how is time going to help me?"

sure enough, as the days pass, the flicker turns into an intense flame.
the whole room, illuminated with light.
the chains slowly deteriorate, until nothing is left besides
the clanging of metal within your mind.

you're free.

you stand up to move, but you're frozen.
your hands aren't bound but they're still stuck together like two lovers refusing to even coming up for air.

"why can't i move?" you whisper softly,
the shadow speaks one last time, "only you can decide when you're ready."