These chains
seized
my hands
and
my feet
Forced my eyes
to look up
at the searing sun
of my homeland
retreating as the
waves took me
to foreign, hostile
shores
Long did I wear them
and suffer under their weight
Long did I fight against them
and when they resisted me,
I fought some more
Against my flesh they
burned and chafed
and pressed me down
Against the stones I
slammed them
over and over
We fought for days
Decades
Centuries
And yet you do
not understand…
I was forged
into a weapon
by these chains
You carried me
and used me,
made me privy to
the intentions
of your heart
and the schemes of
your mind
And now
after all this fighting,
the chains are loose.
But if you think to bind me
again
to your service
at my life’s expense
You will see
that I am a
Warrior
now,
and no man’s
Slave,
My mind,
Unsheathed
My flesh,
Unbound
Not to your peril,
but to my own
Benefit
And these
broken chains
no longer have
Dominion
over me.
“My mind,
Unsheathed
My flesh,
Unbound”
Nicely done, Alfred.
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