- Catharsis -

When I first met you

we talked about the rain
and the threads of color
the clouds cry out after
the thunder fades
but after years of binding
my hands together in supplication
becoming a device of submission
to those who use my mind and body
like a crown crafted just for them
I lose you every time
lost to the sea of callous self-indulgence
my words becoming profoundly silent
when freedom comes from the sound
of pen and paper releasing me