Freedom

Jayne

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

  • Author: Jayne (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2017 14:31
  • Category: Reflection
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  • MaddieJ

    Very nice! Great write!

    • Jayne

      Thanks Virago glad you like it

    • Seek

      The truth shall never betray us, it shall set us free. Very well written piece.

      • Jayne

        True words, thanks Seek

      • WL Schuett

        Yes a very good poem hope to see the real you now that you’ve exposed yourself and can move forward

        • Jayne

          I'm sure there will be more from me. I like it here! Glad you enjoyed my poem



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