A picture of the bondage of hoping, not knowing with confidence
She thought she'd yielded
But she had not
Her stubborn fingers
They still hold on
To broken pieces
That pierce
That cut
That leave
Splinters
Fragments so tiny
That they hurt
In so many
Different places
She tried to back off
She tried to flee
Not noticing chains
Around her legs
And one bronze lock which
Mercy
Gave her
Silver
Keys for
Yet to these she clings
Not sure if
Unlocking it
Will bring true freedom
Her bondage is
A choice she has made
Because of fear
Because she holds on
To yokes
Not meant
For her
To bear
She hoists them all still
Upon her
Fair, frail frame
Hoping to be free
But she had not
Her stubborn fingers
They still hold on
To broken pieces
That pierce
That cut
That leave
Splinters
Fragments so tiny
That they hurt
In so many
Different places
She tried to back off
She tried to flee
Not noticing chains
Around her legs
And one bronze lock which
Mercy
Gave her
Silver
Keys for
Yet to these she clings
Not sure if
Unlocking it
Will bring true freedom
Her bondage is
A choice she has made
Because of fear
Because she holds on
To yokes
Not meant
For her
To bear
She hoists them all still
Upon her
Fair, frail frame
Hoping to be free
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