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Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Chained - a poem

Bound in chains she crouched there, shackled.
Contorted, tight, restricted, breathless.
Her fears within had bound her tight
Motion unable, movement rigid.

Stuck fast in this endless posture, shackled.
Her feeble frame, exhausted, fragile.


Panting anew she regained some strength.
Struggled through time to unpick her way.
Slowly. To free each link in the chains about.

With the pressure released, she gasped relief.
Gulped and filled her lungs afresh.
Sweet breath, intoxicating, liberating.

With freedom attained she lifted her head.
To relax. To move with a freedom forgotten.
Suppressed, stifled no longer. Life regained.

by Edwina Richardson

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