The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

Unchained

Unchained

The rain shatters the window pane,

And the pathway the waters stain.

Here I sit alone,

Behind the walls of stone.

Round each wrist are shackles five,

With issues bringing them alive.

My ankles bound with yesterday’s chains,

Choking my bones with pain.

Silk bindings of the past,

Wrap this aftermath.

Rusted locks cling to me,

And others hold the invisible key.

Pandora’s box I broke,

And blind I was to what awoke.

Memories ghost’s haunt my head,

As only I wake what is dead.

My thick chains scratch the ground,

The curse of being tightly bound.

Self imposed entrapment is what I breathe,

Optionally locked by mistake’s thieves.

As I continue to gaze through the glass,

I see a figure through the rain pass.

The silhouette walks through my door,

And comes to a stop on my room’s floor.

They gaze at me and I gaze back,

Anxiety and tension we do not lack.

They break the silence with soft words,

And in my ears echoes the songs of birds.

More words and sentences are spoken,

My voice answers hollow and broken.

And the more we speak,

Quietly my eyes begin to leak.

The longer we continue to talk,

An unseen key begins to walk.

I watch as my ancient locks squeak and groan,

Then abundantly are thrown.

With more words my chains grow lighter,

My material bindings stop becoming tighter.

Around me some chains and locks fall,

While my shackles are released from my skin’s wall.

The unquiet ghosts that haunt my mind,

Are finally leaving me behind.

I feel so happy and light,

Now that my entrapment has taken flight.

The world seems so fresh and new,

And problems seem so few.

I feel I have been revived,

And the absence of my bindings makes me alive.

Finally my mistakes are forgiven,

And now nothing is forbidden.

The weight of the world is gone from my shoulders,

My heart is no longer colder.

Finally gone are the strains of life,

And now I know everything is going to be alright.