THE TANGLED

Tangled

I sit here tangled

Tangled in old rusty chains

dusty chains

Chains that breathe and grow as if living

They feed off of hate

And the more they feed the farther they grow

And

Reach for the heavens

I’ve been told come my way

If I’m good and I believe

I’ve believed and I’ve obeyed,

And yet it seems

That this abomination we call discrimination

Binds me as well

And my chains reach ever farther

Fat off hate

High on evil

And even though I struggle, the weight of these obese chains pin me down

And so I wait.

And wait.

And wait. For a change to come my way

And change that will save me

A change that will save the evil surrounding me

From these binding chains

And

As I wait I see a truth

A truth I cannot change

An oxymoron of a truth

A painful truth that’s sets me free

Even if I’m still bound

Even if this truth should bind me more

And close off the deal with a big giant sailors knot.

A stubborn truth that will not change,

Not for me at least

An epiphany of a truth

A realization

That my life… is not mine to live