Bounded up in chains,
But the hope of freedom lingers.
For the soul that perseveres,
Victory is the crown.
To throw up the shackles,
The toil of blood remains.
Behold the taste of freedom
And forge ahead, for it is within reach
The sky is not always blue
That is the inspiration
Between the boundaries of pain,
A breeze of comfort can be felt
To walk a free man, to get the crown,
The phobia must be conquered.
No need to look for the enemy
Suppress the accuser from within,
Begin with yourself; set your mind free.
For it is the repertoire of success and defeat.
Bounded up in chains, But the hope of freedom lingers. For the soul that perseveres, Victory is the crown... freedom, crown, phobia, thoughts, philosophy, wishes for a great future in true freedom. very fine poem my dear poetess. thank u. tony
A sober rendition set aside for honest reflection. An insightful motivational poem, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Joanna and do remain enriched.
Suppress the accuser from within, Begin with yourself; set your mind free. For it is the repertoire of success and defeat. such a great theme at the concluding lines dear poetess. liked it very much. tony
Thank you Irene. You actually pushed me to first set my mind free.
A great start with a nice poem, Joanna. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stressed mind is just like bounded mind of chain. But mind needs freedom to judge and prepare for getting success. Freedom matters a lot. This is very interesting sharing is done here....10....Welcome to PoemHunter...10