I no longer wrap love around me like a comfort blanket
Which, if withdrawn, promotes anxious cries
As though I am mortally wounded.
I had hidden under it
Not knowing what monsters lurked outside,
And not daring even to peek.
It was pulled from me
And I was forced to confront myself.
Numbness was no longer an option.
Dragged to my feet by the violence
Of the loss of your affections.
And, yes, I screamed. I cried. I kicked out.
I felt the unbearable weight pressing down on me.
You'd shielded me from that weight until my muscles atrophied;
The strength I once knew, forgotten.
The pain of imposed cold turkey.
Charged with the task of facing up to it.
Somehow I found I could.
Charged with forgiving and forgetting.
It took me longer to get to my feet.
Yet, as I stand here and realise that love should not bind
Or fill my mind with doubt and indecision;
That central to love is trust
And that goes both ways-
I look down at the floor,
My aid and succor,
And realise the thing I had over me
Was a straight jacket...
I'm finally safe in my own skin.
I can breathe, unrestrained.
I can beat the monsters now
From this new standing position.
Free to thrive.
Free to wrap my arms around someone
Instead of being wrap up and left to rot
In your supposed love.
I leave you where you lie on the floor.
I walk away.
Into the light.