I’m Not the One

Not me.
I’m not the one
That let go.

I held that cord
Until my hands bled.
I put my loins into it
Dug my heels into the soil
And tugged
For all I was worth.

I’m not the one
That let go.

I wrapped that line
Around my waist
Determined to fasten
The mooring
To my body
And soul.

That cord
Looped my whole
Being
And anchored my heart.

But it broke.

It snapped like
A rifle shot.

And when it loosed
Its recoil
Was savage
Tearing both flesh and spirit.

But it wasn’t me…
Wasn’t me.

I’m not the one
That let go.