I looked at my hands
Bloodied and raw
From dragging my baggage
Along the floor
I set it down
And left it there
With a warning sign
"Toxic - gloom and despair"
I walked away
From the bags all rotten
And left them alone
To be forgotten
I looked at my feet
Ankles teathered together
With the ball and chain
I've dragged around foverever
I sat and thought
For many a night
How to rid my bones
From this terrible plight
I found a saw
And hacked at each link
'Til they fell apart
And I was able to think
I looked at my face
I saw a disguise
A plastic mask
I didn't recognise
I forced my fingers
Under each edge
And ripped it off
With a solemn pledge
That now I am free
I will no longer hide
From the ugliness
Hidden inside
Now I was liberated
Exposed and in pain
But with a lighter load
I pressed forward again
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Author:
Jayne (
Offline) - Published: November 8th, 2017 14:31
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Very nice! Great write!
Thanks Virago glad you like it
The truth shall never betray us, it shall set us free. Very well written piece.
True words, thanks Seek
Yes a very good poem hope to see the real you now that you’ve exposed yourself and can move forward
I'm sure there will be more from me. I like it here! Glad you enjoyed my poem
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