Prisoner
A prisoner to no man.
To no woman.
My body is my sadistic captor.
It thrives on my humiliation.
It writhes in ecstasy as I languish with pain.
It forces me to acknowledge the chains it binds me with.
The continual tightening of my restraints.
The restraints threatening my freedom
My independence.
My life.
The only escape is in my mind,
And in my spirit.
In those I can still soar.
In those I am a prisoner to no one.
Not even my body.
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That’s really good Hobbler!
Thanks, I thought so too. There’s not much chatter in blog land lately.
Perhaps that’s why I’m talking to myself.
It’s been a while since we’ve been able to chat like this.
Yeah, and I’ve got to say, I’ve missed you, although you can be a bit of a smartass.
How dare you! I’ll have you know that I am neither an ass, or, well, scratch the rest of that, cause I am smart!
I hate it when the comment threads get down to a single letter line on my phone, so goodbye.