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Strung Up

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BrittnyLee

I’m strung up high,
the rope tightening as I dangle.
I have a whet blade,
slick with blood and sweat
from the palm of my hand.

I want to let go
but holding on is all I’m used to.

I make myself believe you’re the omnipotent
as my vision is hazy,
my thoughts cloudy
as I start to fade.

I make myself believe you’re holding the rope.
If I’m being honest,
I am aware that it’s not true.

This rope is becoming too tight,
cutting too deeply
and I need to breathe again.

I have to cut this rope,
no matter where I land.

6 responses to “Strung Up”

  1. joannerambling Avatar
    joannerambling

    So powerful

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    1. BrittnyLee Avatar
      BrittnyLee

      Thank you. I had some intense feelings in writing this one .

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  2. WanderingCanadians Avatar
    WanderingCanadians

    Sometimes our safety line pulls too tight and the only path forward is to cut the rope. A terrifying feeling. But sometimes essential to move forward.

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    1. BrittnyLee Avatar
      BrittnyLee

      Absolutely is. I’m still learning to let things go. One of the current things I let go of was my fear of returning back to working with children and not feeling the same way I did before but I feel even better about it because I’m less anxious and feel as if I jumped into cold water. It’s refreshing

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      1. WanderingCanadians Avatar
        WanderingCanadians

        Glad to hear! Sounds like your time away was needed and helped put things back into perspective.

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      2. BrittnyLee Avatar
        BrittnyLee

        Absolutely

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