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CRAWLING THROUGH CHAINS by Melissa June

This poem is about freeing myself….
It begins with the unfortunate state I once found myself in: that of being bound by chains, or fears. These fears were powerfully restraining me from being the person I wanted to be.
Then, I set out on a journey to face my fears and find the key that would release my chains: a journey to set myself free.

Crawling Through Chains

Perforated knees tremble over metal

blood painting the links as I crawl
my hands scabbed and brittle
upon each movement a painful squall

Pensive teardrops fall to be found

as my heart carries the many strains

of restoring a soul that's bound

finding the key to my restricting chains

The stains of my blood disappears
agonizing wounds have all healed
my eyes opening serene of tears

unveiling what was once concealed

With my affliction now deceased

underneath my fears I found the key
the strength and courage that released
the person within, I have longed to be.
~

Melissa June is a twenty six year old poetess from Windsor Ontario, Canada. She has always had a passion for writing. She enjoys writing poems that are metaphorical, poems of fantasy creatures, loneliness, love and nature to name a few. Her dreams are to one day publish a poetry book and being a mother of three beautiful girls she hopes to touch more upon children's poems and to create children's rhyming books. If you would like to read more of her work please take a look at her facebook poetry page here.  



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