Cemented

She cut his tight strings

with a pair of scissors -

a clipping sound

of new adventure,

a wandering

of wondrous things,

just over the hill

but far from home.

Pulled on hiking boots

over her restless feet

walked on down the road

no longer carrying her load

free to be me, she said

before I’m stone cold dead,

encased in strangling dread.

No longer tied forever

or poured in cement,

she’s let off the hook

and absolved of rules.

But what’s that rope

blocking her trail,

anchoring her soul

and tying her

to man she just left?

Elastic rope pulls her back,

snapping against her skin,

to the jail she knew

and tried to escape -

a nightmare of strings

choking her will

into final submission.