Never Completely Freed
One by one,
through the years,
I picked the locks
you chained
me
in.
Click.
I break away from
a self-image
portraying me as
Stupid.
Click.
Fat.
Click.
And Lazy.
Click.
I break away from
the belief
I am not worthy
of being
Loved.
Click.
I break away from
(somewhat)
a fear of
Intimacy
because of lines
you constantly
Crossed.
I am
still Handcuffed
by fear
of
closed
spaces
And
Failure.
By mistrust.
And by
the locked
Memories
too frightening to replay
for fear
those chains
broken
will
resurface.
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