I am a tangled piece of wire;
I am bent into these odd angles,
Retreating so far inside myself
That I have forgotten my own name.
They keep saying: “Untangle yourself”
And believe me, I want nothing else,
But tell me please, how do I unbend
Without shattering in the process?
These bones of mine have grown so brittle.
I am tired of the way I ache,
And my spine can only take so much
Of this self-inflicted inversion.
Once before, I had been all straight lines,
All my feelings perfectly sorted,
But then he left and I got tangled
Trying to hide from my own mistakes.
Still, some buried part of myself knows
I am not meant for these contortions.
I have spent far too much time this way,
All alone with my fear of the break.
If I must, then just let me shatter;
Let what was once taut become broken.
It is true that I am not sure when,
But one of these days, I’ll bend again.