Let Me Go

I am so tired of men assuming I will love them,
regardless of how close to the ledge they push me,
and grip my hand at the moment just before tipping.

I would rather fall freely than feel the endless
taunt of vertigo;
the dizzying weakness of seeing just beyond.
Swaying, but you reach for me.

I wish my hands were smaller,
so they may slip from yours;
So I may fall through all the layers of despair.

I wish my heart were smaller,
so it had less room for your excuses;
So I may land lighter on my feet.

I am so tired of men assuming
I will not run and leap.

(2017)

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About Amanda Pizzo

just a bird sharing her creative seeds.