let me go ~

i always belonged in my own pack,
a shadow of solidarity...

{still solivagant.}

the light of truth, my alpha...
guided my conscious —
down pathways of endless forests...

~ from within:

these continuous lines,
rhythmically finds, &
traces along electrical
molecules, begins to spin webs
from my heart to mind...
mind to heart, back again...

not from without :

(((you never understood,
you never wanted to. )))

darknesses’ symphony.
the crystal moon’s glow —
relieves forlorn days from
constant chatter of a magpie...
disrupts serene reveries.

their voice...echoes the past —
over & over i’m reminded.

these razor’d icicles,
blocking my way,
while slicing into psyche...
(tearing off my scabs) —

{{ you, always did enjoy
watching me bleed. }}

my found truths...
none can take
them away —
they’re rightfully earned.

//you don’t like me now,
what i am, what i become?
yet, you made me who i am//

and, it’s far too late —

too late for me...
to turn back around.
//~//

“let me go” is the seventh chapter {in what will be ten};
in my “Letters from Gehenna” series.
#confessionalpoetry
© ms.barrie