Chains

We are all prisoners

Encased in glass

And bound by chains

We were born in this jail

Swaddled in metal and rust

too young to understand 

That where we took our first breath

We also take our last

 Never exploring the world outside our cells

Never imagining the chains lifting

Never wanting them to

For the moment those chains drop

The split second we shatter the glass

We see the world as it truly is

We see ourselves as we truly are

And though I feel that I am ready

I'm scared

Scared to see the monster that shares my identity

But as each day goes by

The chains get tighter

And the glass begins to crack

I can't live like this anymore

I'd rather be a monster

Than a prisoner to my own mind

Reviews

[A.T.]

I loved these lines: "That where we took our first breath
We also take our last"
But I hated how in these words, you were able to make me feel trapped. And please don't take that as an insult; it's a good thing, as I'm sure you know. You were able to make me feel what you were expressing and wow. Wonderful. You're a great writer.

[Rose Diamond]

Thanks so much! I can't say I'm glad you felt trapped, but I'm happy the poem could make you feel that way! :P

[Sami Khalil]

The title , the poem and the imagery were all splendid ....Thank you for sharing...:)............................

[Rose Diamond]

This one's not exactly one of my favourites, but thanks! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................