Unscripted

Christ and love keep me contained,
scared of who I would be
if unleashed off these cuffs.

Like I'm boxed up in a reality
where my life is like a movie
being watched from the theater.

Who is this person?
Is this truly me
or some image I've created?

Am I walking my path
or living someone else's life?
What's real and what's not?

Klaus or Nicholas
a duo personality.
What path do I take?

Holding onto the belief
that Christ is the answer,
but a struggle it seems—
a fight for the new man.

The restraint isn't punishment.
It's protection.
But from what?

From who I really am
beneath all this?
Or maybe that's the point.

Maybe the cuffs aren't holding me back.
Maybe they're holding me together.

K.