LiberationA Poem by C. MacCormack
Shackled down in chains
Broken glass beneath my feet Words filling the air From razor blades called teeth They tell me this is warranted The abuse that I receive I could have prevented punishment Had I better served the righteous Queen They want to see me bloodied, Scarred, disfigured all my days Instead I broke through my restraints, Embedded with shards, and ran away In the forest I found solace A quiet peace best known as "free" Unaware I was surrounded They were hell-bent on destroying me The surprise in their attack Brought out a strength inside unknown No one could ever hurt me here The wood was my true home Beneath the trees there grew hope Amongst the dreams I had forgot The warrior they tried to break Was greater than they thought. © 2016 C. MacCormack |
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Added on February 9, 2016 Last Updated on February 9, 2016 AuthorC. MacCormackBaldwinsville, NYAboutWriting has always been therapeutic to me. Speaking my emotions is harder than spilling them onto paper with pen. I also write small stories for my children. more..Writing
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