broken in twine

this is an outline of my own struggle with the issue of compromise and disordered attachment, inspired by the trailer for "Age of Ultron"

your not worthy, all tangled in strings.

pulled back by duty and reasonable compromise,

broken between the clean and the caring

jekyll and hyde, only whole as one, only fulfilled as two

a ship in the bay, tied to too many docks,

reaching the seafloor with a hundred anchors,

all worthy, all wastes, this is not my destination,

to be held both at a distance from freedom and the rocks,

to cut each cord is agony, danger, loss.

these lines are the cage holding the bird i love

to lose her means discovery of the truth.

is there love here? or just attachment?

raise my sails and discover, will you follow?

i must escape this place, mental state of static,

the cup in my chest fills to the rim and stops,

just enough for me. is this who i am?

the lines, ropes, string, cord and twine

rip and tear and snap as i pull away

powered by the winds of discontent, i flee.

will anything i love follow? or am i alone?

journey with me, watch the sunrise of my life

as i cut through the choppy waters like a knife

ever onward to the eternal adventure.

who am i? i dont know, but i know where i must go.

there are no strings on me.

Author's Note

although this is one of my very first poems and has little to no structure, it was with great passion and feeling that i wrote and, perhaps, that is the point.

Reviews

[BLACKBEARD]

this is a very good poem. I like the fact that it portrays a double meaning throughout. I personally found that this poem had a certain rhythm to it, which made it quit nice to read.

just correct loose with lose on the eleventh line.