promise in pencil...

"So slowly I'm losing who I've sworn to be. 
A promise in pencil that years have made so hard to read. 
I've spent my life building walls brick by brick and bruise by bruise... 
a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep. 

But time is spinning silk that coils ruthlessly; with the devil's patience, 
it binds my hands so quietly that soon it becomes a part of me. 

So soften these edges and straighten out my tie. 
And help me remember the hope that I have compromised. 
Please be a broken record for me."

---Birdcage Religion...Sleeping At Last

Project 365: Day 189