I Imagine

I see a faint chain around my wrist

One that only tightens as the sun sets in the west

Will I be bonded by this faint chain? 

Will I see the light from outside?

I imagine looking,

looking through a window

and seeing my predators rotting tree,

their gardens deprived of water.

Only one flower remains,

A hope of redemption in the future,

Crushed by the crow who picks at himself

I imagine seeing,

seeing a bright light wet my face 

like the falling water wet the ground. 

A breath of new air enter my lungs.

I look down at my wrists.

I see the chain, or do I?

Do I see the past which left marks on my wrists?

What do I see.

I imagine my life,

my life without a garden,

without a faint taste of fruit,

without the beautiful tree i can see.

I look down at my wrists.

Are these marks a part of my past?

Or do I imagine.

Author's Note

This is my VERY first published poem. It is basically about the past and how it affects your psyche. I Love symbolism so every odd phrase means something. Leave me a good review!