To which I’m bound;
My lips move
But they make no sound,
My silent cries of Set me free!
Go unheard by all and sundry;
I’ve got to help myself escape,
I must resolve now to be brave,
I must—will fight for my own self,
I can depend on no one else;
You’re all too busy, self-consumed
To care about a past exhumed,
For with it come a ghost or two
With tales that you wish were untrue.
I need your help,
I look to you,
You look away,
You always do.
Bound and gagged,
Still in that chair,
I struggle, fight,
But I’m still there;
Desperate screams die in my throat,
No one helps me float!
I see glints of reflective glass,
Deep breath, a sigh,
This too shall pass.
I drag myself there and I stare
At hollow eyes, disheveled hair:
This mirror should help me untie
These ties that bind
My hands so tight behind my back…
I looked closer,
I had them clasped.
I stand up straight, I turn to you,
“You’ve made me proud,” I hope you’ll say.
You stare through me, you always do.
This time I know I’ll walk away.