This independence I have granted myself as a generous gift
Shall become a splinter in my heel even before I begin my journey.
I had the will and the fortune to avoid these frivolous grifts,
But the chord you struck with me, it broke me, and it tore me.
These days I am nothing but a vague memory of better times,
A past so free from chains and ropes it almost feels like heaven.
As I enter this grim town at midnight, carrying my ruby crimes,
I count the painless breaths but cannot manage more than seven.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 