There is a ribbon
that is tied loosely
and beautifully
around my wrist.
It pulls me along.
At first, I go along
willingly, happily.
Things seem fine at first.
But as time goes on
it gets a little tighter.
I don’t think I like that very much.
But still I go on, wearing the ribbon.
Soon it gets too tight
and tangled
and I want to get it off of me.
Or at least loosen it.
I don’t like it.
Not anymore.
I think I want to be free of it.
Yes, free. That’s it.
But I just couldn’t get free.
I couldn’t let the ribbon go.
I told myself
it is a lovely
silk and velvet ribbon.
It’s soft and beautiful
and it’s not there to hurt me.
So I close my eyes and keep going.
But the ribbon gets tighter
and tighter
and sharper
and it digs into my wrist
until I feel my hand swelling with blood
and I know I have
to get out of this.
Now.
I open my eyes and look.
I blink a few times.
The “ribbon” is not a ribbon at all.
It is a sharp, twisted rope.
I can’t believe it.
Why was I so blind to it?