Chains of Ottawa

In the silence that surrounds me, I feel the shadows creep,

Chains of memories binding, while I’m barely holding sleep.

Monday’s coming closer, with all my hopes on the line,

Therapist's room, a flicker of light, maybe this time.

Ottawa, the town that’s haunted my nights,

Filled with echoes of laughter, now turned into fights.

Flashbacks racing, can’t shake how it feels,

Each corner I wander, every wound that it steals.

A letter for the officer, to break these ties,

Ongoing struggle, can’t I finally rise?

Dreaming of Texas, where the sun shines bright,

Maybe a new start will throw me to flight.

Home to my sweet love, where innocence stays,

In the arms of my past, washed away all the gray.

So bring me back to Houston, let the healing unfold,

Where time is forgiving, and my heart won’t be sold.

Breaking chains of despair, reclaiming my soul,

Together we’ll find a way, to make ourselves whole.

These streets they feel empty, suffocating my mind,

But I’ll raise all my wishes, to leave this pain behind.

With each step I’m stronger, though I’m tethered for now,

I’ll fight for my future, find my way somehow.

On the edge of a new life, with my heart on the line,

Monday’s approaching, here's my chance to shine.

With the strength of my memories, I’ll overcome this place,

Dreaming of Houston, I’ll find my grace.