You set me free not long ago.
You took the key to the lock
Which hung tightly 'round my neck
And let me breathe, and I wonder why.
But I cried as the chains fell off
And my lungs filled with the fresh, cool air
Hanging over the lake at sundown.
Cool on my hand, the metal lock
Held the weight of years,
And the tears of every chain's pull,
And every single ounce of pain.
I set myself free today,
When I held the cold, metal lock
Within the palm of my warm hand,
And cocked my arm and threw.
The lock glistened through the air
As the dying light of the day
Caught a shine to meet my eye
One last time before it drowned.
And for the first time in years,
My skin began to heal the wounds
Inflicted by years of chained bondage.
The chill of your lock fell away,
Blood flowed back into my fingers,
Into my cheeks, into my heart,
And my body quit it's trembling.
I was finally warm again.
And to be warm is to be free.
I am now warm.
I am now free.
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Higher Education
ŞiirThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
