It's not simple - not easy -
to say to you here
that I promise,
when I stand before you here
tied.

Tied with hemp and bloody cord
that cuts my arms and
crumples my face with pain.

This expression can't hide it,
to turn away would be pointless,
you are behind as much as
in front.

You slipped in in the waters
when I was born and now -
in no time -
witness me trapped
straining at bounds that you did not
lay down.

I want to run, I
see you there and you
scare me

we are naked

I never freared before
but now my stumbling
feet think for me
graceless, unadapted.

how do you know?

The words he told me,
they snuggled in,
tracing their path through
sparking forests,
grey matter.

At my core they
formed their epicentre
and they quaked

then grew; new
bounds now coiling and boiling
and it's not simple - not easy -
to say to you here,
that I promise.

I want to run
yet I fear no punishment.

We are punished by our sins.