Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
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
©️tara caribou – 2018
10 Comments on “Shackled”
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Beautiful Tara, just beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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I love this! beautiful!!
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Thank you. So glad you do.
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Reblogged this on hands in the garden.
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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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So very very true.
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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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Thank you. I agree.
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I’d take the chance and believe him, but that is just me, you know….
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