One Day – Poetry

One day, I’ll let go.
I’ll let go of the rope that is tied firmly around your waist.
I’ll let go of the rope that tears my palms leaving long gashes that drip red sweat.
I’ll leave the rope that hurts me as I try to pull you out of the black hole that has swallowed the better half of you.
One day, I’ll let go.

One day, I’ll be strong.
I’ll be strong enough to stand up straight, look you in the eye and not go along with every song you sing.
No, it’ll be ‘so long!’ because that day, I’ll be strong.

One day, I’ll be wise.
I’ll be wise enough to know the depth of the folly I’m in just trying to stand by you.
Yes, I’ll be wise enough to know that I know nothing, because you’re nothing and I need to know something so it would be ‘goodbye’ and on to better things.
One day, I’ll be wise.

One day, I shall let go.
I shall drop my hands to my sides and raise them up again but that time, to strike you.
Yes, to remove your hands from my neck and strip you of the power you have over me, the same power I let you have
Just because I stroke your ego even when its hands grip the neck of my self esteem tightly.
One day I shall let go but return to strike you..

One day, I’ll feed you.
But first, I’ll starve you of the sweet juice of foolishness, the same that leaves an after-taste of vinegar on your tongue.
Then, I’ll feed you. I’ll feed you with the bitter-sweet juice of understanding from the ancient tree of the Sages, the same whose fruits are able to make you new, to make you true because everything about you is false.
One day, I’ll feed you.

One day, I’ll leave you.
I’ll leave you and leave with nothing
Because you’re nothing and the very baggage I’ve been lugging is nothing but everything I wish not to have.
I’ll leave you with the gifts of malice, hatred, folly, slavery and lasciviousness you bought me.
I won’t take the green heels of envy, neither will I take that red silk gown sown by the hands of the evil you made me commit.
No, it would be goodbye to the box of trash I’ve had all my life since I gave myself to you.
So, one day, I’ll leave you.

One day, I’ll be free.
I’ll be free from this hateful love you lavish on me,
This same love that makes a slave better than me.
I’ll be free to be enslaved by the desires of my heart,
Free from the beautiful monster that you are,
Free to take you captive.
Yes, I’ll be free to understand and make you understand that there’s naught you understand.
One day, I’ll be free to tell this story.

Till my one day, I’ll keep dreaming today and every other day.