Release

My throat

has been laid

on the lines of a

train track;

my hands have held

desperately tight

to barbed wire.

My heart

has been warmed

by the devil’s inferno;

has been cooled,

’til it stopped,

frozen solid.

The damage is done,

but the lesson,

so too,

is learned.

What is over

should be over,

and relief

can sigh on,

until its last breath,

and release.