Shackled to the Past

By James Kenichi

Photo by Kaley Dykstra on Unsplash

My choices shackle me to my past,
to a past when I wanted more.
But now here I am with more,
and all I want is less.

I want to be free.
Free from the festering wounds,
so I can breathe the light.
Will that day come before my soul is lost?

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