Cutting the ties that bind

Cutting the ties that bind

You’ve been stringing me along
all this time.
Today I cut the ties.

It’s said that we’re bound to people
with invisible threads,
the threads that bind,
sometimes stunt the growth,
take the bold step of cutting the off,
your peace of mind is above all,
in releasing them,
you release yourself too.

Cutting off the lifeline,
Or so was thought,
The line that connects
to the bond that seemed to count.
Good or bad,
Who is to say?
The eventual impact,
Depends on what life
has got to say.

If it hurts; cut it off;
Getting over momentary
Pains is the gateway to
To a world of great gains.
The enormity of your power
Is realised when you let go
Your own unfounded fears.
The cut, you bet!

I wanted to remember our plans
and promises that we made
that you would never leave,
the reason why I stayed.
It never occurred to me,
that it was all a dream,
how silly could I be,
when things aren’t
what they seem?

Cut the string
ginger hair flowing freely
no blood this time
beyond these pale sheets
crisp like almost new
just fresh and warm
the perfect metaphor
no longer a marionette
what now?

You are finally dead in my head
I cannot see the red thread
and yet I hold on to the
last piece of you still attached to me.
Another reminder of your toxicity.
Lest I forget.