Ball And Chain

• Ava Jacob, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2020

As I look back and remember a day in last November.
I thought I was so high.
Flying, high.
But now that I look back on the year.
I see that I was held down by a ball and chain.
Always held down by a ball and chain.
Trapped to the ground.
Others relying on me to keep them grounded.
But that’s all I can do.
Keep them grounded.
Not letting myself fly.
To do what I want, or be who I can.
I’m locked to the ground.
Never to fly.
Other people, I help them.
But do I help myself?