Unchained

Poem: Unchained

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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

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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.

-Ivy

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