She'd wear the chains loose,
But still they'd sting,
She would break the anklets,
But the shackles would survive.
She'd strip the veil from her eyes,
Yet shadows would cling.
She'd burn the ropes to ash,
But the scars would still sing.
She’d run from the cage,
But the bars in her hand would bite.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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Yes dear Meera. Many of our sisters round the world are bound by chains. I am all for equality and freedom. A poem well penned and very topical. Happy Saturday. I have to say, you don’t appreciate freedom until it is threatened.
Freedom is indeed the most precious treasure, yet sadly, not everyone is fortunate enough to wear this priceless ornament. Thank you so much, and wishing you a wonderful day as well~
Excellent write
Thank you~
You're welcome
Amazing!!! Very relatable. When you are mentally binded, you become your own prisoner in your own prison.
Yeah, Our mind is our only limit. Thank you for reading and commenting on the poem😊❤️
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