I’m walking on a tight rope,
With feet that are bleeding.
My paralyzed mind is keeping my body unmoved.
No matter how tired I am or how much pain I’ve endured,
It doesn’t matter.
I remain in the same state, in the same position…
However, this is my decision.
And with the power of choice comes freedom, but also responsibility.
I’m not sure which makes me more uncomfortable.
I can blame and point a finger, yes…
But what good would that do?
You see, I look behind me and see the beginning of a rope that I twisted and tied myself…
But as I look ahead, I realize that there is another person hanging on to the end of this rope.
Enabling me, pressuring me, and guilting me into remaining on this tight rope of expectations,
Guilt-tripping me into the tornado of their own despair, uncertainty, negativity…
Boxing me in, leaving me to struggle to balance and thrive…
Placing thoughts of fear and shame,
Based off their own desire to control, manipulate, and keep me right where they want me.
They believe they hold the power,
Because this rope is in their hands.
But maybe I’ve let them control this power for much too long.
I have a choice.
I have power.
And I must take it back.
I will jump.
I will jump off of this tight rope into the unknown,
Leaving this broken relationship behind.