Poetry Month Day #1

Manacles

There are bands around my wrists,

chaining me to this world.

There are manacles on me:

keeping me here,

pulling me down,

drowning me.

There are bands around my wrists,

chaining me to these people.

Tendrils attached to me:

to my story,

to my life,

to me.

There are bands around my wrists,

chaining me to this tale.

Bonds surrounding me:

to keep,

to lose,

me.

There are bands around my wrists,

chaining me to me.

There are manacles on me:

hard,

cold,

true.