let me go ~

  i always belonged in my own pack,  
a shadow of solitary --  
 
::: still solivagant :::  
   
the light of truth, my alpha…  
guided my conscience;
down pathways of endless forests.  
   
    from within:  
   
these continuous lines,  
rhythmically finds, and traces electrical molecules;  
 begins to spin webs from heart to mind…  
mind to heart, and back again…  
   
                not from without…  
   
((you never understood…  
you never wanted to))  
   
darkness’s symphony, relieves me from  
forlorn days from the constant chatter  
of magpies…  
disrupts my serene reveries.  
their voices  echoes the past —  
over and over i’m reminded.  
   
 and, these razor’d icicles,  
block my way,  
while slicing my psyché  
(tearing off my scabs) —  
   
    :: you always did enjoy watching me bleed ::  
   
my found truths, none can take away,  
           they’re rightfully earned.  
   
 you don’t like me now,  
what i am, what i’ve become?  
yet, you made me who i am.  
   
and it’s too late...  
               far too late for me…  
   
     to turn back around.