bound
the knot tightens
the grip of self within self
constricting fists of self hate and loathing
mauling my soul
doubled over in pain
breathless from the impact
blows of fury born of hatred and distrust
disemboweling my being
healing hands, where are you?
gentle touch of truth, come
come, come
release me, untie me, free me
i am weary with waiting