In the mirror’s gaze, a truth unfolds,
worn like armor, these wraps of old.
Tighter, tighter, the fabric winds,
hiding the wars waged within my mind.
The breath I catch, sharp and brief,
underneath, a stolen sense of peace,
a flat horizon on my chest,
in this reflection, I’m my best.
Shadows whisper, harsh and cruel,
but I fight back with my own rules.
Bruised but breathing, marks I’ve earned,
each day survived is a lesson burned.
Through pain and pressure, I’ve found my grace,
a hard-won smile on my own face.
This binding brings me closer to
the truest version, the honest hue.
Bound to breathe, bound to fight,
cloth that tightens feels so right.
This chest now flat, I stand revealed,
in wraps of courage, I am sealed.
Breathing easy, breathing free,
in this bind, I find the real me.
They say it’s just a phase, a passing shade,
but in these wraps, my fears all fade.
Not trapped but freed at last,
every breath unchained from the past.
So I’ll wrap up tight until the dawn,
in these bands, I am reborn.
Not hidden, but uncovered,
in this fight, I am discovered.