They can read the disappointment
in the lines upon my face.
They can sense in my deportment
how I've tried to carry it with grace.
Now I'm cutting the ties that bind,
I'm leaving the past behind
I won't do it in a flourish
As it's taking a pool of courage
that I never really thought I'd ever find.
They say I'm swimming in confusion,
my aching limbs will soon be sore.
They think my quest is an illusion
and my renaissance is a flaw.
But I'm cutting the ties that bind
these tangles I must unwind,
and there's only one string to sever
before I drift away forever
to a place where I might get some peace of mind.
(c) Andrew Halsall Smith, 2018
