I need to let go.
The ropes bleeding my palm.

I bear no crown of thorns,
But a leash of mind.
This peace of mine,
a piece of twine,
to bind my soul to days behind.
I’m holding chains to keep me under.
Sinful cycles of breath and plunder.
Death and slumber.
Rage and wonder.
Help me, lover.
Save me, brother.
I need to let go.

It helps no one, not me or you.
To whine, and cry, and kick, boohoo.
But, I can’t watch this show anymore,
With no new things to explore.
My feet are rooted to the floor.
Stuck...