Shackled

Tethered
To these thoughts
Tied
To this way of thinking
Trapped
By my own inhibitions
Chained
By old memories
Bound
By endless repetitions
Restrained
By countless lies
Shackled
By longing and desire

Yet he cupped my chin
In his gentle palm
Spoke softly:
Your bonds are broken
Come and step free

Oh how I wish I could believe him
Release me from the chains
That are me

10 Comments on “Shackled”

shinyobjectssite
July 6, 2018

Beautiful Tara, just beautiful.

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- tara caribou
  July 6, 2018
  
  Thank you so much.
  
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Illumine**
July 6, 2018

I love this! beautiful!!

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- tara caribou
  July 6, 2018
  
  Thank you. So glad you do.
  
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grumpygorman
July 6, 2018

Reblogged this on hands in the garden.

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Keith R
July 6, 2018

She’ll never believe him because she doubts herself.
Easier for her to run.
‘I know… I’ll write a sappy poem’.

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- tara caribou
  July 6, 2018
  
  So very very true.
  
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Michael
July 6, 2018

The struggle you are going through is a real challenge and you capture it beautifully. Step free… risking the fall is the only was to rise.

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- tara caribou
  July 6, 2018
  
  Thank you. I agree.
  
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bluerooster
July 6, 2018

I’d take the chance and believe him, but that is just me, you know….

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