The Collar

There exists a choker.
And a lot of us have it.
It doesn’t always stay on,but it follows.

And sometimes drowns out your surroundings.
Over the years,the collar grew tighter.
Sometimes,the moon is there to help me.

Always,any day.
And I became a fighter.
Sometimes I can take mine off.

Other times I can’t.
Some people understand it.
And others just don’t.

It’s not always what you see on the front.
The collar consists of memories and woes.
Like traumatic experiences and broken bones.

Sometimes,whenever we try to take it off,it shocks us.
Making it completely impossible to cope.
But healthy coping mechanisms can always develop.

Sometimes ,I come over to his presence.
And he takes it off with ease.
Sometimes it makes me wonder.

How does he do that so well?
Did we get that close aswell?
And when I am all alone at times,it either tightens or falls off.

Depends on the emotions.
When your heart depends on the weather.
Some say it’s painful or light as a feather.

Others say it’s like a knife.
Backstabbed by a friend or woe.
When you were young and didn’t know.

The collar can follow you back home.
And you try to take it off not to drown.
It may take a while,that’s true.

But you’ll eventually find something that works,too.
Now,if you ever show me your cursed collar.
I’ll use soothing magic to easily take it off.

Maybe a word or two.
And you’ll be healed up soon.
Together we’ll take off the collar as a team.

Just need to be the kindest you’ve been.
So many colors,so many stories and backgrounds.
Each their own individual color.

One even gets infected by a dying flower.
Loss of hope.
Maybe the collar will loosen overtime.

To heal and help,a pleasure all mine.
And we’ll sleep peacefully at night.