There was something amiss.

Her left hand was tingling.

Oh no! Suddenly she began to panic,

Her mind was racing.

~o~

Her heart!

It must be her heart,

Damn but it had been under a lot of stress lately.

She had taken on too much.

~o~

She had opened it up and

She had allowed herself to be vulnerable,

To love, unconditionally,

Good and bad.

~o~

As it turned out, the bad outweighed the good.

There was a distance that could not be breached,

A chasm that she could not cross,

Was not allowed to cross.

~o~

She looked down at her hand and

Noticed that it was turning blue,

This was worrying.

She rubbed the cold skin.

~o~

It was then that she noticed it,

The band around her wrist.

It was tight and constricting, it hurt.

She had forgotten she'd put it on.

~o~

It had made her so happy at first,

For it meant that she belonged to him.

She was proud and happy to wear it.

But now...

~o~

Now it cut off the circulation.

It stymied her,

Constricted her.

It had broken her spirit.

~o~

With a concerted effort,

She dug her nails under and

Pulled the damned thing from her wrist.

It snapped with a loud CRACK!

~o~

There was a deep mark,

From the band, red and sore,

But, as she rubbed,

She knew that she would heal.

~o~

As she stroked her wrist,

She was amazed to see

The colour changing as

The tingling diminished.

~o~

Funny, the tingles used to be the best part,

But as they diminished,

She began to feel happy,

For she realised that she was free.