Released Poem by Yolanda Wel

You cast your line, baited and hooked.
You waited and waited, did what it took.
Here I am dangling at the end of your line, paitently waiting, frozen in time.
Unable to breathe you watch me struggle,
Your cold glare tells me 'I'm in trouble'.
Because now you can see I'm physically scarred, now you're left with the decision to keep or discard,
As you toy with the notion I'm no masterpiece, you clip the line and set me free. I was only ever your catch and release.