Breaking Free Poem by Dennis Go

Shun me now for I am deemed
To sin among the surges
Of clouds and high heavens!

I had given you my oath
And my life
But I ought to break free
From the slightest change of instance:

I regret to say
That I stow away
From the markings of your grasp
And subtle embrace which I
Have called it long before hence.

Your clasp bound me mighty
And guarded me in heavy arms
But I must uproot myself
From a soil that bears no fruit
But residue and gravel.

You could have been someone
But you chose not to
So I broke free.