There was something amiss.
Her left hand was tingling.
Oh no! Suddenly she began to panic,
Her mind was racing.
~o~
Her heart!
It must be her heart,
Damn but it had been under a lot of stress lately.
She had taken on too much.
~o~
She had opened it up and
She had allowed herself to be vulnerable,
To love, unconditionally,
Good and bad.
~o~
As it turned out, the bad outweighed the good.
There was a distance that could not be breached,
A chasm that she could not cross,
Was not allowed to cross.
~o~
She looked down at her hand and
Noticed that it was turning blue,
This was worrying.
She rubbed the cold skin.
~o~
It was then that she noticed it,
The band around her wrist.
It was tight and constricting, it hurt.
She had forgotten she’d put it on.
~o~
It had made her so happy at first,
For it meant that she belonged to him.
She was proud and happy to wear it.
But now…
~o~
Now it cut off the circulation.
It stymied her,
Constricted her.
It had broken her spirit.
~o~
With a concerted effort,
She dug her nails under and
Pulled the damned thing from her wrist.
It snapped with a loud CRACK!
~o~
There was a deep mark,
From the band, red and sore,
But, as she rubbed,
She knew that she would heal.
~o~
As she stroked her wrist,
She was amazed to see
The colour changing as
The tingling diminished.
~o~
Funny, the tingles used to be the best part,
But as they diminished,
She began to feel happy,
For she realised that she was free.
