Unbound

 

unbound at last

words bitter as ivy

sour as sap

sharp as thorns

tear my throat as they fight their way out

wrap their tendrils around my tongue

and wake what I remember of breath and dreams

 

I have learned not to fight

to let life grow around me

to rest my voice in root wrapped soil

and trust that no one cares what I say

so I'll say it anyway

while words dressed in darkness dance like worms

and feed on love's decay