[NeuroBeautiful]

Why is it that every time
I try to talk about it
My body shakes uncontrollably?
Like it is remembering
What it feels like to be in chains.
Perhaps my body protects my mind
Warding off the stories too painful to acknowledge.

Where the metal chains used to be, now faded marks
Why do I feel so bare?
Like something is missing; empty
Why do I want to engrave metal into my skin?
Like I want the chains to come back; to recreate

I was fighting so hard, so long
I got what I wanted; to break free
Part of me misses life behind bars;
Shackled yet safe in the familiar.

Part of me never truly left.
And is now lost between two worlds;
the past and the present