Chains of Hope

In the silent recesses of my heart

Lives a child

She’s quaking in fear

And yearning to be loved

Haunted by dreams

of what cannot be

And never was

There is no time or place for her

She will never be free

Or satisfied

And yet she remains

Tethered to me

With chains of steel

and hope…

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I wrote few poems about my inner child ... I am sure we all still children , inside

[Marie]

Good poem. We all are chained to what we were as children.