Pulling free

Take me,

Away.

Hold out your hand that I may grasp it.

Pulling me up to a new future, lifting me from this morass of guilt and cowardice.

Transport me across the years to a place, a place of compassion and acceptance. To a time of love and understanding.

If such a place does or would exist.

Strike with a hammer the bonds that hold me. That I may run, flee this cursed land of zombies born of ignorance and raised on hatred.

Hold out your hand so that I may thank you, breathing the fresh air of freedom and redemption.

And I will hold out my hand for the next one to grasp, the next one who realizes their need to escape. To help pull them from the tar of social slavery.

That they may also breathe free.