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[kynalya]

This bond between us is no tenuous strand of gossamer- it is an unshakeable, unyielding wire band. Although it stretches and contracts, I am unable to slice through it. It seems as though I've been attempting to use a plastic knife when what I have needed all along is a strong pair of tin snips. I have been sawing away for years, futilely with this plastic utensil, making my fingers bleed and catch. I need to bleed the pain away, bleed the regret from my being. Only then, will I be allowed to continue forward in my life.
Fallen hopes lie at my feet, like so many snowflakes on this crisp spring dawn...