Chained

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That fence of chain

Keeping something in

Or perhaps something out

But what?

What is it for?

Why is it here?

I see nothing but fields of grass

And those chains

Those mysterious chains

Rusty metal

Bound together to form a barrier

In the middle of nowhere

Enclosing a certain area

How long had they been here?

Well as long as I had been alive at least

I peer behind the wall of brick into the chained area

I had to know what was in there

For before I had been too afraid to look behind

To reveal a small girl

Dirty and thin

Poor and chained up with chains of her own

Wrapped around her small wrists

Digging into her flesh each time she makes a move

Her hair hung down in her face

Long and dark

And her long white dress

Stained with dirt and blood

And her small bare feet chained as well

Suddenly regretting not looking behind here all those years

I jump over the fence to her frail body

Lifting her weeping head

Breaking the chains that bound her

For she had been too weak to break free herself

Taking her hands in my hand

And whispering to her

"It will be okay."

And she dug her face into the crook of my neck

Pouring out all those tears

Tears built up for all those years

All those years chained

Helping her run away

And teaching her it would be okay

I never even knew her

But I too shared her pain

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