these chains I wear
are weighing me down
keep trying to walk but
I'm flat on the ground

I'm dragging, I'm pulling,
I'm pleading my case
I need to be free of these
chains around my waist!

regret is the word
engraved in the stone
I'm tied by my regrets
that I wish to atone

these chains I wear
they keep me bound
amid ghastly nightmares
within my soul they resound

I'm moaning, I'm groaning
I'm resorting to this
I long to be free from these
chains on my wrists!

each wrist contains its
own chain, the first one
representing an entire
life's worth of shame

self-hatred is the other one, a
shackle doomed to remain locked
for my own heart is a shadow,
forgiveness kept in a box

these chains I wear
pull me towards the ground
at this rate, I know
I'll never be found

I'm crawiling, I'm creeping
I'm trying every angle
I must break free of these
chains around my ankles!

so, two ankles again
so, two separate chains
the first one a
misrepresentation of pain

the second one as it reads
'I'm all alone over here,
I'm just a distant,
fleeting fear'

as I get anxious that this will
never be done, it's understood
that it's already begun, as healing
starts, the chains crumble
one by one...
-S.M.