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