What is it that binds me?

For days now

I have sat

With worry on my mind

Flashes of a previous life

Swim around my head

And behind my eyes

Somewhere in there

Is an answer, or a key

To the cages that

Hold the secrets

That still bind me

 

I think on my life

And the journey

Along my road

The anguish, the sadness

And so many troubles

Yet still untold

Am I a ruined woman

Built from sand and stone?

That decimates

As memories

Are rekindled in my soul?

They are the burns

That have scarred so deep

That even these pages

Are not yet trusted

To speak of the pain

That they keep

Sharon Carter-Wray

(1st May 2018)

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