Poem: Unchained


my muse is one who tore me

sliced out my counterfeit years

upon a bed of razor blades

pulled starlight from my tears


my spirit, split and bleeding

he took in hand and smiled

stitched it up with moonbeam thread

pulled through a million miles


when I healed, my psyche woke

a sun inside me shone

dear muse had sewn inside

my truest self I’d failed to own


freedom is a soul unchained

a mind on astral flight

awareness earthly life shall not

suppress creative might



Thank you for reading.

If you liked this poem or any of my other writings, feel free to let me know.

I’d love to hear from you.


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