The Rope
We are held by a rope that at times is a chainIt sometimes becomes a noose
I try to hang you with it
I am just hanging myself
When I hold the rope lightly, it has no weight
When I hold the rope tightly, it's heavy like lead
When I am rough, the rope tugs back
When I demanded, it would not yield
If I offer myself with love, it succumbs
If I listen, I hear your voice
The voice I drowned out by the voices in my head
Only your voice, no one else's, only yours
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