Moving Forward

Raven's Quill

So tightly wrapped within the endless heat
Yet daring not to breathe to find my feet
A distant memory that haunts my dreams
My days of binding are over and gone
I can breathe now without ripping the seams
And look back at the girl I left behind
Without fear of rage or feeling self-hate
For I needed her in the search to find
The man who could only patiently wait
For me to come to know this is my fate
As middle ground gave way to the extremes
Accepting self can never be a defeat
While watching as if my life was undone
For truth, simply settles a weary mind

©JG Farmer 2018
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 103