Please free me.
The iron locks are cold against my skin,
A heavy price for where my soul has been.
I’ve walked the floor until the light grew grey,
And watched the seasons bleed and slip away.
Enough of penance, enough of chains that bite,
Enough of clutching shadows in the night.
My spirit wears the fray of every score,
I don’t want to be punished any more.
The walls have tasted every silent plea,
The bitter salt of what it costs to be.
I’ve paid the debt, I’ve knelt upon the floor,
Just free me—I don’t want to be punished any more.
Let go the latch, let fall the heavy gate,
To trade this room for mercy, not for fate.
The world is wide, and I have paid the toll;
Just free the tether from6 my weary soul.
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Good write F.
Thank you. orchidee
Beautifully write .
Thank you.Priya Tomar
I feel the bonds in this poem and the yearning for freedom. It is heart felt and most expressive. Very well written
Thank you.Soren Barrett
You are most welcome my friend
May you find freedom. Well done!
Thank you, this poem had nothing to do with me, Katie, it came into my head as I was working in my Yard. But thank you, I don't think the weeds will free me. Have a great day.💕
My friend, there’s strength in this that doesn’t shout…it endures. You hold pain, accountability, and exhaustion all at once, but what rises through it is the right to be released. Not given…earned. That’s what makes this powerful. It stays with you long after. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Freedom these days come at a high price it seems.
Once upon a time we saw ourselves as free.
Now societies restraints hold us back.
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