Prose – Possession


– Possession –

The space between where you left me
and where I truly began to live
gives me such cause for doubt;
in the self that I am,
in the world that I have built.
All those years of damage,
undoing what you did to me.
All of those years
to learn how to live freely,
only to find myself here again,
beholden to your need
to make a possession of me.