Bolts

Waking from a ten year slumber,

Voices echo in my head.

Where have I kept you all this time

While all I seemed to think was said?

One third down the path to freedom

Suddenly my vision clears,

And I can see the colours brighten

And memories folded into tears.

What poison is this in my system

That made me kneel down and beg for more,

That took away my basic senses,

That pulled the blinds and shut the door?

Days were that I needed the pills

To keep the black mare of my fear

Locked up ten times bound,

To keep the pounds on and conscience clear.

These years since ana took her,

Riding through my imperfections,

She must have grown wise,

to the power of complexion.

Three bolts now undone.

© PickledSparklyMoosePrincess – author