Tortured Muse

Things blur out at a distance
Become muted and indiscernible
My heart yearns
Bound up like a tight spring
Leaden bonds of my own making
Strains and Strain again
To break the bonds
Rusted hedges against
Childhood fears real or imagined
These bonds must be broken
To avoid sharp rocks on a desolate shore
And reach beyond the horizon
Where nothing is discernible
And good is possible
But things blur out at a distance.