These shackling
thoughts of mine,
grew accustomed to
rusted old fetters
of can’t and couldn’t.
I feel these shackling
thoughts of mine,
tightly cuffed to
“I can’t” or “maybe I shouldn’t.”
I see these rattling
thoughts of mine,
clamped my ankles
with great worries of falling.
I can hear the clanking
thoughts of mine,
prickling my imagination
and stopping me from
tasting freedom.
These shackling
thoughts of mine,
has kept my
potential as a prisoner.
Truth is,
these shackling
thoughts of mine
has no truth in it.
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