Struggle

a poetic confidant … NaPoWriMo

Shackled and Crowned

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This struggle lead me through forests, crowded with thorns.
No compass could set me free.
I fell into deep holes;
Lost my footing during dire straights
While fumbling through a life I didn’t want.
I tripped over sharp rocks,
Disfiguring flawless knees.
I was lost
In a darkness that had
A grip on my healthy skin.
He pulled, and pulled it away
From my bones.
Exposed bones.
A sickness, I can’t admit.
An admission I don’t understand
Will surely leave me where I deserve.
Alone.

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