My chains

Her footsteps as
she leaves me
are making ripples
in the realm that
I call my reality.

I want to follow,
I need to follow,
I can't
the chains that
I have wrapped
around myself
all these years
won't come off.

I know I am weak,
yet so undesirably
strong in my
indecision.

I am affraid if
I let go
the chains won't
come back.

I hold on with
all I have.

Wishing with all
my heart to
let go.

She is gone.

It's too bad that
she left her
footprints
and her ripples
in my reality.