These chains of my past use to bound me
To a world which I no longer exist.
This seemingly interminable torture.
Restrained my ankles and wrists.
Fighting off the memories of a life in servitude
At one time considered my own.
I break this contraption of agony
To once again obtain my throne.
To be myself
And myself be loved.
Now I take action
From knees I rise
To break free from these chains
And sever the ties.
Of a past soon forgotten
And a future revealed.
These chains now busted
And these locks unsealed
To lose this bond and take control
would be a melisma of sorts
a thrill to my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem