Enchained (A Poem)

My only surrender

will be to the pain

that bores and twists its way

through sinue.

Your touch, would only reveal the vibrations of my unseen torment.

I am my own prison.

My sentence reflects the crimes 

that weigh on my soul.

This is why I will not, will not move.

I will stand.

I will stay.

I will fight the battle, not to win,

not to free my soul

but to remain.

My will is not to be free.

For freedom is not purity,

it is the opposite.

And that is unimaginable.

I will be…forever.

-conchita.

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