Bound to a chair,
Rusty and square.
It wasn’t always this way.
A box of chocolates; an ode to my favorite movie.
Break the shackles,
one foot in front of the other.
It’s my time to break free.
Bound to no one.
Bound to no chair.
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Bound to a chair,
Rusty and square.
It wasn’t always this way.
A box of chocolates; an ode to my favorite movie.
Break the shackles,
one foot in front of the other.
It’s my time to break free.
Bound to no one.
Bound to no chair.
There’s a strong image of breaking free and I am all for it. Great poem.
Thanks, Nykki 🙂