Breaking Free of Sealed Hands

A Poem by Rainslover

To be bonded yet free

My hands shiver,

As they remember those unseen tears,

In those known yet unknown crowds;

My vision seems to be blur,

In confusion of how one can be so perfect,

That everyone blames the imperfect me,

Pointing out my grave mistake,

Not noticing the buried guilt,

The cries that are unheard,

To reduce their burden and go live alone,

Where I'm not lone,

The unbearable pain of incapability that has me killed,

Craving to only love but be free of their grips,

That bury my heart,

That they think is made of stone,

And get rid of my sealed hands,

And live life,

Still bonded with them,

Yet laughing and smiling with no blame,

Neither on the refugees of my heart nor me...

© 2015 Rainslover

Author's Note

It's been so many days I wrote a poem with full of my heart and this is one such. Straight from heart and I have tried to keep it as raw as I can.

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Bear

Your poem reminds me of an old saying, "love is a millstone hung around your neck, it weighs on your mind but frees your soul". My mother would have loved your poem, she often told me I would never find true love because my views on love were blurred. By chance you haven't been speaking to any ghost lately have you because I now feel haunted with memories :~)
Great job!

Posted 9 Years Ago

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9 Years Ago

Nice saying! This was like after so many days writing with my whole heart. Thank you so much!

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Insight "MH"

The emotions are clear and the heart is present in each line, it's like your heart became a cloud filled with rain drops of emotions then it poured every bit of it in this poem.