Hostage

Time once held me in it’s grasp
And choked me.
Strangled my words and stopped me living free.
A hostage: it kept me tormented and tested.
It abided no law, no morals.
It abused every inch of body, mind and soul.
It had no conscience.
Yet no control.
Consistent in only how it ran amok, slowly dawning that succumbing had been an option; I broke through time.

And lived.
And loved.
Me.

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