I meticulously unraveled every knot

I stepped over

crawled under

and finally stepped out of the entanglement

A rope

Both ends were held

one end by you

the other by me

I gripped and held on tight for what felt like an eternity

My hands burned

bruised and scarred

I stopped tugging

loosened my grip

hoping that you would pull me

as I let go of the rope

separating us

I stopped tugging

decided to stop stretching a rope

that had no elasticity

A rope

It was rugged

worn out

deceiving itself as safety

a false challenge

testing to see who could hold on the longest

Nakia Hill