You construct such heights,
a pedestal to place me.
You rupturing the structure,
slipping through the energy invested.
I want to release this hold I have on you,
but you keep me caught between clenched jaws.
Jagged teeth, rip into me.
I walked willingly, precariously,
terrified and trembling,
trying not to be angry,
in suffering the contingency that comes with leniency.
Can I bend, can I flex?
I've been resilient to give,
so spoiled and unadulterated.
Is there room in me for forgiveness?