A memory

I hope and pray every day that I might finally be free from you. I live in the brightest of daylight and smiles. It is always a glorious day. But, as is always the case there is no escape until you free yourself. The days are long and bright, but the night descends and brings with it solitude. The poverty of people, excepting myself. My thoughts, and nothing more. I find myself alone.

The thoughts flood into my brain as the sun fades into the horizon. I remember everything. All the memories, pain and otherwise. Whether I want to or not. And they yell, loud as a banshee; loud as a hawk descending on its prey. And no matter how weighted the blanket, or tight I curl myself up I cannot escape. No amount of running or riding. No car, nor horse can carry me far enough from myself to escape.

And although you are the one in a cage, I’m the one whose trapped.