The binds

Do you feel it crawl across your skin
No more than the head of a pin
But the feeling that makes you see
like a small number of us.
Like me.

We sit tied to these binds
that wind around and around
choking us with what they say.
No other way they say.
But I cut myself free
I looked around... Only me.
I was the one few that chose self given glee.
Not by you. By me.

I continued to fall through my life so true.
But I just kept falling through the holes you lew.
Always afraid to sit still. But free will kept me moving. Digging deeper into the parts you locked away. Keys hidden within the doors. They butted over and over. Head red raw with your own pain. I just looked. Nearly spooked. Chattered into my own memories. I remember them now.

I kept rising; rising high, into the
sky.
Higher and higher and higher.

I finally saw it all, by pushing through the wall you placed there. To bare-trick me into backing down.

I appeared in his room thought room
Nothing sliced the silence. Not even the boom by the large Oak door. You look
At me.
In me
Around me
Beside me and
Through me.

I could see resentmemt long age old spent in your hidden eye(s)

But you gave me a nod. A swift switch of hard, tired life. Into soft fresh forever.

Becoming all and one.
Mother
Daughter
Son and
Father.

In a place that I helped create, start to
alienate myself from you. From where I began those fresh years of forever.

Now as I grow and lie. Live... Die and fly nowhere. I see the beauty hidden
inside the wax vat moulded cold and cracked you call
you.