Bound in place by the one who does care
She stared at her with eyes so fair
She sees the chains she doth make
She see them too, for they cause her to break
Each chain, a name doth claim
Each one, a reason to blame
Each chain a dark grey hue
Each second they remain, her feelings more blue
These chains are invisible to most all
It takes the act of making her trip and fall
To even see a glimpse of the shackle
You must see the demon that doth cackle
For she holds the end of her chain
Her despair and horror, to her a gain
When she reach out for help she receive naught but a lash
A cut, a bruise, or even a slash
Every part of her aches
But make no mistake
The wounds that she doth hide
Are quite deep inside
And only by writing these poems so sad
Does it make her even a little bit glad
Now I must confess who chained her there
Who the one is who would even dare
I must say it's me, for I'll lie no more
Tis was I, who chained her to the floor
But then a boy doth came
He looked me in the eye and said I was not to blame
He spoke to me and asked to see her
But I was scared, the world just a blur
He spoke in his voice so fair and calm
His soothing words a healing balm
She shuddered in fear and hid her from sight
Then turned to him and prepared for flight
She stands at the brink of truth and lie
Her emotions a mess, about to cry
She glanced at the one she doth hide
Staring at her wide-eyed
Should she set her free,
Or keep her silent, despite her plea?
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
