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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Adult · #1176898
personal experience, healing
enslaved to my burdens
they hold me steadfast
my strength is weak
how long will this capture last
these burdens call themselves my friends.
heavy are the chains they use, making me cringe
containing me here,refusing to set me free
it's so hard to breathe
bruises to my skin black and blue
these clasps and metals bound me tight
to have a good life is it worth this fight
i close my eyes to imagine light.
nothing i can see, only the night.
opening my eyes awareness is shown
how little i have grown
and self worth, to me, unknown
to rid burdens forever, goodbye
i will have to search painful parts of my mind
hiding from me protecting my life
how many memories, will I find?
the doors open one at a time.
reminders of my heartaches,
letdowns and grief misery's bound
bellow to me now outloud..
crowding all spaces choking me inside
my heart is beating fast out of stride
I have taken a chance now my mind's a mess
filled with painful memories i had repressed
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