Blistered from heart to hand
I've nothing left to hold over you
I'm letting it go
Strained muscles from the weight
Every whimper aches
I no longer have to saddle myself
With hurt, blame, anger, or an obligatory love
My blisters will heal
My muscles will endure
I'm okay,
I always have been
Weightless and free
I will soar above it all today
And set you free
C.
Monday, January 9, 2012
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