Cut yourself free
from the weight of all you have not forgiven
constricting your vitality with past failures
a tangle of rope, not allowing a full breath.
Tightening with each memory
of a time you did not stop it,
didn’t stand up tall enough for yourself.
Carrying fault for letting it happen.
Patterns of knots encircling your being.
Twisted, tight, wound round, thick, scratchy,
If you would have been smarter, stronger, better …
If only you had been more.
© Ali Grimshaw