OPEN ARMS
Why do I still dream of open arms?
I have tried forever to escape the clutches of others.
They've tugged at me since I can remember.
Pull me this direction for love,
That direction for lust;
Up to use me, down to abuse me.
I have drawn myself in the only direction left:
Inward.
My world blossomed
Almost scaring me with the detail and beauty,
And utter happiness flourished.
Excited, I reached to touch others with light
And found them drawn into my world.
Wrapped in the arms of another,
I cry out to be free.
Their hands tether me like chains,
Binding themselves to me inside myself,
And I want nothing but peace.
Needing solace, I only attract more hands.
Once I have cut off every finger with my teeth,
I am alone again.
If this is what I wanted,
Why do I still dream of open arms?
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