One Mistake = Temperance

Given half a chain, bound skin tight,

Still expected to breathe.

Stuck in this wreckage and expected to call it a home.

One mistake leads to no freedom,

Meant for protection; instigating rebellion.

Hiding behind locked doors is this encompassing pretense,

With well rehearsed public lines.

Stuck in this hellacious influence,

Forced to suffer its wrath.

Wishing only to leave with an unmentioned goodbye,

Free to express oneself and live confidently.

Instead, chains rub sores that turn to callus,

As the two filial figures guard my every move,

And steal my every breath,

Leaving me to be just a body on the floor,

With a chest barely rising.

Given a rusty chain, bound skin tight,

I’m still expected to br…..