Your blood and lymph flow normally again,
Mobility restored to aching limbs.
I’m lost now, though, just lying on the floor,
No longer having purpose, coiled
Upon myself and put away until
The next time I am needed to restrain you.
I know that someday I will be exhausted—
Frayed, kinked, broken—from efforts to confine,
And I will be discarded for new rope.