How do you unfurl somebody?
Somebody that you care for so much, yet they don’t allow themselves to care that much for you.
Somebody tied so tight in a knot. And then you come along, tugging at that knot, threatening to undo it.
They might even secretly feel good about it. It might spark some long dormant emotions. It might awaken a fire long thought of as extinguished. A desire not sated but quietened.
But you don’t want that. Your knot is so tight it makes you numb, but it’s all you’ve ever known. You take comfort in that knot.
If only you would loosen your grip of the situation. To embrace the warmth and light:
But you won’t ever do that..
Am I strangling myself with the loose tethers you allow me? Probably.
Every now and then I give some slack and I feel you slipping away. That’s when something brings us back together. We never truly let go. But you hold onto the peripheral of me. Not the whole of me.
I just want to embrace the part of you that you conceal from me. Not these frayed ends that you reluctantly allow me to perceive.
But you have anchored yourself to a rotten post. One you’ve been attached to for a long time. One that once bore you fruit but now you are mounted to this wizened tree stump, striking you with its dagger-ous limbs. Every lance to the face only serving to convince you that you earned it. You enjoy the punishment. You think you deserve it.
My palm is constantly open to you. My finger tips stretching towards you, reaching desperately for you in the darkness. Hoping you’ll receive me, but you never do.
Maybe I should close my hand.
You are sinking, you and your post. Not voraciously; you won’t be gorged by a rapid quicksand. Yours is a slow and insidious journey. The steady envelopment of your soul until one day you realise you can’t breathe.
One day your hand may finally reach out to mine, when you are just about to suffocate.
But the question is, will I still be there to take it?