An Unchosen Fate

• Claire Green, Grade 9, Western Heights Secondary College - Minerva Campus
• Poetry
• 2017

Finalist in the 'Write Here Write Now 2017' competition

Iron bars cage me unwillingly in this prison cell
Only a passing breathe of freedom, I ran, I tripped, I fell
So here we are, yet again, this fortress built by us
Our bleeding hands stack the bricks higher, up and up
We’re black and blue all over, by things we can’t forget
Yet lips are sealed forever, lest your words you may regret
A tug-a-war is right outside, two brutal forces’ wrath
I watch the fraying rope grow weak, wishing it would snap
Then one day the key arrived and he let me go free
The world was more preferable and my perspective full of glee
But follow him I must for we share the ball and chain
To the dungeon he will walk, and the process starts again