Shackles
I lift up my head and open my eyes with the hope that I can see where I'm going next....I can't , everything is so blury it looks like fog. I can feel my face and it's drenched, in what? I am unsure of, but judging from the humidity it has to be sweat. I attempt to run my hand across my face but my wrists are tied to the metal gate that stands behind me, and when I go to move my feet I realize, they have been tied to stones that weigh more than me.The liquid I feel running down my face, I see now is a mixture of my tears and sweat...I weep but my voice is so weak no one can hear me, how did I get here? And why am I still here? It's suffice I can not save myself, if I could... I wouldn't still be here tied to this gate.But how do you ask a savior who's saved u time and time again to save u once more?when yet still you've dug yourself into the same hole again? I'm shackled down to a past that consumes me,confined to  living the same ol story over and over again that has become known as my life. All I want is these shackles to come off my life...and perhaps I can have a fair chance.

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SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 2/18/2009 2:12:29 PM
oh yes, I have definitely been there.

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