Poem: Loose Ropes

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Loose Ropes

The ropes are loosened.
Easy to remove.
But part of you still feels captured,
slow to undo the bonds
day after day.

About this poem

I woke up dark with depression this morning. No reason. Just fact. It was easy enough to use the tools I have learned to break loose and get going. An hour later, I am fine.

Often things – our past, circumstances, people – bind us long after they are gone. Just fact.

Tom

 

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