A chain, that keeps me close to the land, and to him. Constructed in iron humiliation and pride, hidden in the beach of his desire. A chain, an anchor I’d once thought it was. The price to pay for security is sometimes very high. Just like a chain, this feeling of suffocation.
Just beyond the hill, the sea calls: “Come to me – give up your fears – be free!”
Remembering the salt tang of wind on my face, I catch a train … leaving the abandoned chain in the wet sand – forgotten.
© G.s.k. ‘15
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