Free

A knot,

over the red lines of my arms,

My hands are tied

aren't they?

I'm not unfettered

wouldn't you say?

But what if I told you,

I knew how to escape, to breakthrough

Pull and pull, however painful it might be

as the second, I am free

I could soar, as freedom would be sweet

The rope that once tied me down and held me tight

was now on the floor,

sprawled about, useless and distressed

And now I'm free,

my hands no longer tied,

As I realized

They never were.

(Image cred: youreadmymind)