My Chains Poem by Paula Robinson
My Chains
My chains are not made from the hardest steel
But still they bind
My chains have no links of wrought iron,
That I can find
My chains are without a Jailer
My chains have no lock and key
No sign of prison walls
But still they imprison me
My chains are made of far worse things
Than a sentence of 100 years
These chains are eternal and endless
For these chains are made of my fears
I believe this is a written metaphor, If I am correct it is beautifully penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/6/2026 4:38:01 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
Very nice. Liked this one a lot.