Chains

  

Days come, days go, unbending, unending, 

one step in front of the other;

inexorable in their progress as they slip

through cracks in the pavement and forge                    

chains stronger even than imagination itself.

It's like the careless dismissal of adoration,

or wrapping the moon in brown paper and

forsaking a festive ribbon; allowing 

everything to fade, until all that's left 

are promises we never remember keeping.

But then, the five year old child

lying sleepy in my arms, looks up and 

whispers, 'I love you so much mummy;'

And the chains break, dissolved into nothing

by the salt-sweet taste of a single tear of joy;

And truth be told, those chains never really stood a chance. 

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

I had a long conversation with a severely depressed friend of mine and she talked openly,
and even glowingly, about chains. The psychological ones that manifested themselves often
from the physical ones that never really existed. Nothing can really unlock the chains from
another persons soul like the spellbinding resolve of love. And the love of a child to his
mother is unconditional.

The sad thing (to me) is that so many woman want a child in order to find, on this
lonely earth, love in any form. And thus usher in a life of despair and poverty
just to achieve it. Which should tell civilization something about both chains and how love
is hostile to any inadequacy...

and any bondage......Great poem my friend....dana

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Love truly sets us free... free of pain, free to be ourselves.
Rally nice work.