tethered

you let go

of the rope. your hands blistered
from holding on so long.

your legs tired
from being braced, gripping
tightly

the twine
that keeps you together.

you let go

with the simple cut of a sharp
knife.

then fall backwards into
the arms
of normal.

as the years pass by
you stare at the scars on your healed
palms

and wonder, and wonder,
what were you

thinking, holding on so long,
why.