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Chained

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By Rhiannon WatcherPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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I smile as I watch the clouds fly by, wishing I could feel there freedom and see what they see. I smile with my lips while I frown with my heart. Seeing nothing, feeling nothing but the chains. Chains that weigh me down, make me drown in air. Chains that are not mine. Each link a sin I did not do but someone had to pay the dues.

I feel them tug and I feel them sway, feel the sharp sting as they break the surface of my wounds. Pricking a memory long buried in rust and always refusing to turn the dust.

These chains I carry and hold on tight, use them to remember the darkest of nights. The chains that others draped over me, leaving them and walking away guilt free. A smile of freedom I can not imagine, I can never embrace.

Bound to them as they are bound to me, woven, entwined and encircled they be. Until I can not move beyond the despair, the dark trace of touches, the dark place of pain that brings me to my past.

I look at the clouds and I give a smile, a smile of longing, a smile of regret, a wish for a key and a drop in the chains.

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About the Creator

Rhiannon Watcher

I am a woman on a mission to become a creative writer and find my path in the world where the pen is far more powerful than the sword.

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