break these chains

contemplating her next move, 
the pounding within her chest 
told her what she already knew: 
she had to break free from the chains 
wrapped around her wrists. 
there was no sense in moving, 
for every wriggle 
tightened the grip.

🌷(7)

◄ take my hand

The Gentle Birdsong Calling of Spring ►

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