When I Am Free
Do you ever wonder why I stay,
When I am so controlled and stifled?
Do you wonder why I stay,
Midst your jealousy and rage?
My dream is that some day,
You will get bored with me and let me go.
Perhaps a rescuer will come and free me from your grasp.
Your soft, pseudo-caring grasp.
Your selfish, greedy, hoarding clutches that keep me all to yourself.
One day I will be free.
Though you will still control me,
For I will always love my beautiful, soft, manipulating captor...
Even when I am free.
-Micol Kraft Day
I write this poem for those who are unable to express these feelings. I feel your pain, and you are in my prayers.
Love,
Micol
