Faltered Chains

• Aimee Greenfield, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2018

There is no escape, as my chains control to prove.
My glistening blade smirks and plays one final move.
Silver steel turns red, and pale skin now stains.
This cheated game has done nothing, but cause me more pain.

I am no longer balanced, once again unstable.
I beg for the freedom, that’s at the other end of the table.
Fear washes over me, and I lose the control I once had.
As I reach my breaking point without the help of any lad.

But then it suddenly stops.
And all the waiting and wishing drops.
I gaze into the light at the end of my tunnel.
And my brain has finally switched over a channel.

Nothing will stop me, because nothing can hold me back.
I dance and cheer and praise, kinda like a maniac.
My chains begin to falter and release me with their golden key
I can't believe! I am finally free!