these bonds are so fiercly held
'til baked bitter & tart:
all that's poured in
must run again out.
no sins can scar
'til you conceal what they are.
from the ways' parting
are many hearts felled
& you & i know that an echo remains
of what always was there.
of these brambles & thorns,
some must be born
'fore you can see a way through.
it's no ball or chain—
just the burden you feign.
it isn't a cell; it isn't a poison.
this place you're fading in
is an unbarred prison.
i beg you; i dare you:
stop closing your eyes
& believing your lies.
the key that you crave
is only some strength to will out.
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