Weighted and shackled, I struggle on Knowing the cost of surrender is high Endless worlds spiraling outward As Divinity's quill passes by I beg a little of that inspiration A chance to recapture that childhood dream Then carried on a distant breeze, a whisper "Take heart. Things are not what they seem." From here, I… Continue reading “Weighted and Shackled” – Poetry
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