My Chains
I feel the cold metal and its lifeless hold around my neck.
I feel its weight in my limbs even after they have been removed
Their bind on me was not a punishment
They were more like a reminder
A reminder, that I am different.
The gold that glitters in these irises
It tells a story
A story of pain and hidden fear
Of longing and dreaming, but never achieving.
Marked at birth by the scar of beauty
Everywhere I look, there's someone looking back at me.
The prying eyes that watch my every move
My life documented by strangers
My choices made by everyone else but me
I'm no longer imprisoned in a cage of stone
I am held fast in a web of lies that only entangle me more
I run
I try to run
But again I feel that weight on my limbs
They are not on me, but in me, these chains…