can you let me
swim on my own,
with all the freedom,
without boundaries,
without judgment from you?

i had a past
that showed me how
hate channeled through
the stones, the knives,
the hands, the words.

when anger, when jealousy,
when slaps and hits
have put you in a cage
where you’re

helpless, misunderstood,
and you begin to blame
your only self,

it grows in you
until you accept all
the false accusations,

you can’t even defend
yourself, you just have to
go with the flow,

knowing there’s something

and in one, unexpected
morning, you realized
that you’ve been living
a big lie.

you ask yourself,
can i now love and be my true self?


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to swim

  1. slpmartin says:

    Made me think of that Shakespeare line “To thy own self be true.”

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