Shackled Am I

SHACKLED AM I

Shackled with pain am I to the gut-wrenching truth
which bans my weary soul from the freedom I seek.
Attempts to escape from this horror are futile.
My hands and feet are paralyzed with fear, voice mute.

Indentured am I to conclusions gone awry.
My resolve is crushed by those who control my fate.
Lament I with knowledge that I am ever bound
by unjust decrees rendered to hold me captive.

Bear I the full weight of the cross I now carry.
Injustice is the crown of thorns that gouges me.
My spirit heaves, impaled by acts of treachery.
Horrors! Release from this dungeon of lies is naught.

Sheila Bowyer Kline
Alfred Lord Tennyson: “A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.”

There are those who are unable to be released from certain situations in life because they are held hostage by injustice and lies. Many are those who are innocent who are denied freedom because of such horrors!
The truth will always set you free!