Closure

And even though I am free, my slavery abolished,

I still feel the weight of the ball and chain dragging me down

in every step I take. It pulls me down to the abyss of hopelessness, 

so far until the light is only seen in the my dreams. The lingering memories 

of my sufferings still burn deeply in my mind. The darkness, the fire, the 

hate and despair; 

And yet I still wake up each morning to the songs of the sparrows.

Within me there is great darkness, buried deep in the graveyard, never to 

be seen again. though it nags to rise again, the light is too great.

It says buried for now. However, there will be a day the memories will

resurface, but never will darkness dawn on me. 

Now the weight of the grave pulls on me each day, but the glory of the light takes 

hold and shines on.

Reviews

[kellyjelly]

Ok, now I know that you wrote this one for me! I really enjoyed this poem.

[kellyjelly]

I feel like you wrote this one for me.

[Shygirl]

I don't know. Maybe...?