Child

Chains, keeping me still,
Stopping me from hurting,
As if I will. The chains
Are of my making; I
Brought this upon myself,
Such a shame, I'd always
planned to escape, to live
By the sea. Leave the past,
Leave the guys, leave my
dull life behind. Never worked,
Never will. Now I have to
Stay still. One night, I longed,
For one rebellious act. It was
An accident, a few too many.
A sly suggestion to my brain.
Funny. I'd never been obedient.
Lambs to the slaughter, my dreams,
Were killed, month by month.
Escape. Adventure. Love.
Travel. Romance. Life.
To learn. To save. To conquer.
Less than a year, all gone.
What do I get?

Her screams.


This was written in a column, so the ends of lines matched up neatly with the one before. It doesn't quite work on here!! :/

Whoa, Katie. Very powerful. Very real. Almost scary to me; yes. I love the "design" of your poem, with the rhyming line inside (internally placed); and that the rhymes are so very good and unexpected. You are a poet. Not doubt. May I ask: Is English your first language? Because this poem is superb, and, as mentioned, powerful, skillfully executed, and impactful. I don't know how an English-as-a-second language person could do it unless they're genius. Even with English as first-language . . . may be genius!

Aw, thanks, Frankie!! I try
Yes, English is my first and basically my only language - I'm definitely not a genius (according to the IQ test my friends made me take, anyway!). I'm glad you liked it. Apologies for it being "almost scary", but that was kinda the point

Any talent is a jewel that anybody should try to increase or exercise, you have a gift from Gog in writting, and hope that you keep your good work and thanks for sharing with us.

I think of being able to write fluently as less of a gift from God than something I had to work hard to learn and the ability to emotionally communicate through words is just inherited through my genes from my family *waves atheism flag* But I appreciate the sentiment