Goodbye hand that grips my neck!
Goodbye choking with every breath!
Goodbye clutching at my back!
Goodbye icky feeling sloshing and draining my life!
I started slipping so you kept me dazed.
I saw the light and you dimmed my rays.
I tried to run, yet ended up back in your grasp, day after day.
Not this time, it isn’t me, that’s something you’ll never get me to say.
I cut the line.
I’m flying away.
Even if I crash, you can’t keep me, I’m not yours to break while you play.
Breaking up is always hard to do, and it is doubly so to break away from family. Even if you know it is the most healthy and life-affirming thing you can do. Living your own life towards your own goals has to eventually happen sometime.
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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