1.
Wrenched tight, within a ball and chain
and within fences built high to constrain.
No desire for strife, so you abstain
and bit by bit parts of you are slain,
as you become the target for someone else's pain,
to the point where you feel all is in vain.
Something then goes ping inside your brain.
No more, this grief, you'll entertain.
To 'love' like that is inhumane.
To closed ears you may try to explain.
Your choices open, no need to remain
so you shake off the shackles set to contain.
Your strength grows now from a small grain.
You step from the platform onto the train.
Your journey set, the destination plain
to see,
the clouds clear, you feel more sane.
Your self esteem now yours to reclaim
to walk your path and confidence to gain.
Reflections can bring thoughts inane,
and from this you must refrain.
It's happened; it was the work of twain.
To carry the load will put you under strain.
It's imperative your journey isn't allowed to wane
and for a time,
you,
you maintain,
as soon you will be in familiar terrain
and you yourself will start to regain
the gifts of life so you obtain
the ability to love, laugh and smile again.

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Out From Within the Shadow
PoetryIntroduction In March 2013, following the completion of From Within The Shadow, I reached the point of feeling and being like I'd found my way out from within the shadow. With each step it felt like I was opening like a flower: Blossoming, growing s...