Chains

The chains creep into my bed at night,
They slowly take over my feet first,
Making it hard to move,
Status quo is what they demand,
But I never sought out to them,
The letters I wrote in times of desperation,
Did not even,
I try to break them everytime the sun brushes against my window,
Rusted, toxic, clinging to my skin,
Generations before me,
Generations after,
Some see these chains as my birth mark,
The one I have to live with,
Forever and after,
My life a privilege,
They say,
I hammer these chains,
Try to jump,
Bite them with all my might,
Some teeth fell out,
My hands bleeding,
But they never break,
For they are made of what men said,
And wrote for men to follow,
The truthful, the pristine,
Or a devious plan…..

20 thoughts on “Chains

  1. Oh Wow Harsh is right. Life is challenging alright and what metaphors for breaking out and free from chains rusted that bind us create pain inside. I hope you got some sleep after this poem. Powerfuly written and so relatable. ❤️ Cindy

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